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One evening as I rambled among the springing thyme I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine Her hair was black her eyes were blue her lips were ruby wine And he smiled as he looked upon them Did the sly bold Reynardine She said young man be civil my company forsake For to my own opinion I fear you are some rake Oh no I am no rake he cries brought up in Venus train But I'm searching for concealment all from the judge's men Says Reynardine Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips they lost their former dye As she fell into his arms then all on the mountain side They had not kissed but once or twice when she came to again And so modestly she asked him oh pray tell me your name If by chance you look for me by chance you'll not me find For I'll be in my green astle enquire for Reynardine Day and night she followed him his teeth so white did shine And he led her over the mountains Did the sly bold Reynardine Aus Songtexte Mania