One evening there did ramble
Across the hills so fine
A lady fair who thought to dare
Converse with Reynardine
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
Her lips were red as wine
And he smiled to gaze upon her
That sly old Reynardine
She said, "Strange sir, be civil
My company forsake
For I'm a noble damsel
And you are some rake"
"Oh no," said he, "No rake am I
Caught up in Cupid's train
I'm a pilgrim traveler
Who's heading home again.
I have no wife to call my own
Or spend my wealth upon
A lonesome bed I sadly keep
Between the dusk and dawn
If by chance you search for me
To make my fortune thine
You'll find me in my castle
Inquire for Reynardine"
Sun and dark, she followed him
His teeth did brightly shine
As he led her into the mountains
That sly old Reynardine
That sly old Reynardine
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