Oh she looked out of the window As white as any milk But he looked in the window As black as any silk "Hello hello hello hello Hello you coal black smith Oh what is your silly song? You shall never change my maiden name That I have kept so long I'd rather die a maid, yes" But then she said "And be buried in my grave, yes" And then she said "That I'd have such a nasty Husky, dusky, musty, funky Coal black smith, A maiden will I die" Then she became a duck A duck all on the stream And he became a water dog And fetched her back again Then she became a hare A hare all on the plain And he became a greyhound dog And fetched her back again Then she became a fly A fly all in the air And he becamee a spider And fetched her to his lair And she became a corpse, A corpse all In the ground And he became the cold grey clay And smothered her all around