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 were red as wine,
And he smiled to gaze upon her,
Did sly old Reynardine.
She said, "Kind sir be civil,
My company forsake,
For to 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 on the lonesome plain."
"Your beauty so enticed me,
I could not pass it by,
So it's with my gun I'll guide you,
All on the mountains high."
And if by chance you look for me,
Perhaps you'll no me find.
For I'll be in my castle,
Inquire for Reynardine.
Sun and dark she followed him,
His teeth so white did shine,
And he led over the mountains.
Did sly bold Reynardine.