Текст песни Reynardine - Dave Swarbrick , Martin Carthy

One evening as I rambled
Among the spring and thyme
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
Her lips were red as wine
And he smiled as he looked upon them
Did this lie bold Reynardine?
She says, "Young man, be civil
Me company forsake
For to my good opinion
I fear you are a rake"
"Oh no, I am no rake," he cries
"Brought up in a Venus train
But I'm a-searching for concealment
All from the judge's men"
Her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips
They lost their former dye
As she fell into his arms
All on the mountain high
They had not kissed but once or twice
When she came to again
And most modestly she asked him
"Oh, pray tell to me your name"
"Oh, if by chance you look for me
By chance you'll not me find
For I'll be in my green castle
And inquire for Reynardine"
Oh, day and night she followed him
His teeth so bright did shine
As she led him over the mountain
Did this lie bold Reynardine?