Reynardine

One evening as I rambled among the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynardine
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue and her mouth as red as wine
And he smiled to look upon her did the sly bold Reynardine

She said young man be civil and my company forsake
For my good opinion, I fear you are some rake
He said my dear I am no rake brought up in Venus train
But I'm searching for concealment, all from the judgеs men

Her cherry cheeks and hеr ruby lips they lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms there all on the mountain high
They hadn't kissed but once or twice till she came to again
And modestly she asked him, pray tell to me your name

He says if by chance you look for me perhaps you'll not me find
But I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine
Day and night she followed him, his teeth so bright did shine
And he's led her over the mountain, did the sly bold Reynardine