| 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 |