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 searching for concealment all from the judge's men"

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips they lost their former dye
As she fell into his arms then all on the mountain side
They had not kissed but once or twice when she came to again
And so modestly she asked him oh pray tell me your name

If by chance you look for me by chance you'll not me find
For I'll be in my green astle enquire for Reynardine
Day and night she followed him his teeth so white did shine
And he led her over the mountains Did the sly bold Reynardine