Reynardine

One evening as I rambled

Among the leaves so green

I overheard a young woman

Converse with Reynardine

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue

Her lips as red as wine

And he smiled to gaze upon her

Did that sly old Reynardine

She said, "Kind sir, be civil

My company forsake

For in my own opinion

I fear you are some rake"

"Oh no," he said, "no rake am I

Brought up in Venus' train

But I'm seeking for concealment

All along the lonesome plain"

"Your beauty so enticed me

I could not pass it by

So it's with my gun I'll guard you

All on the mountains high"

"And if by chance you should look for me

Perhaps you'll not me find

For I'll be in my castle

Inquire for Reynardine"

Sun and dark, she followed him

His teeth did brightly shine

And he led her up a-the mountains

Did that sly old Reynardine