Reynardine - Bert Jansch

One morning as I rambled

Among the spring time

I overheard a young woman

Converse with Reynardine

She said, my man please be civil

My company forsake

For to my good opinion

I fear you are a rake

Oh no.

my dear, i am no rake

Cast Out and made a thief

And I um searching for concealment

AlI from the judge’s men

Her rosy cheeks and her ruby lips

They lost their bloom so fine

And she fell into his arms there

All among the mountain thyme

He kissed her once.

and he kissed her twice

Till she came to again

And modestly she begged him

Pray tell to me your name

He said my dear if you look for me

Perhaps you’ll not me find

But I’ll be in my castle

Pray enquire for Reynardine

Oh day and night she followed him

Her eyes so bright, dear child

And he led her over the mountains

Did the sly, bold Reynardine