Reynardine Songtext
von 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 .