One evening as I rambled
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Among the leaves so green,
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I overheard a young woman
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Converse with Reynardine.
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Her hair was black, her eyes were blue,
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Her lips as red as wine,
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And he smiled to gaze upon her,
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Did that sly, bold Reynardine.
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She said, ``Kind sir, be civil,
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My company forsake,
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For in my own opinion
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I fear you are some rake.''
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``Oh no,'' he said, ``no rake am I,
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Brought up in Venus' train,
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But I'm seeking for concealment
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All along the lonesome plain.''
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``Your beauty so enticed me,
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I could not pass it by,
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So it's with my gun I'll guard you
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All on the mountains high.''
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``And if by chance you should look for me,
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Perhaps you'll not me find,
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For I'll be in my castle,
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Inquire for Reynardine.''
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Sun and dark she followed him,
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His teeth did brightly shine,
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And he led her up a-the mountains,
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Did that sly, bold Reynardine.
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Reynardine
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Sandy Denny |