Lyrics:

Reynardine
(trad. arr. Prior/Holland/Donockley)
Seduction songs are not uncommon in the tradition, but this one is riveting in its accuracy. A shy character attempts to seduce a young girl, who is singularly unimpressed until he tells her that he is being sought by the authorities. At this proof of his anti-establishment/anti-hero status she becomes romantically inclined, in the time-honoured tradition of maidens everywhere. Robin Hood/Che Guevara/ bad lads can be very attractive figures. And, in the continuing veracity of the song, once he has gained intimacy he becomes evasive. Bu she hooked, and follows after him, asking his name. This telling tale of an eternal theme is underpinned by a most glorious and poignant tune.

One evening as I rambled among the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynardine

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue and her mouth as red as wine
And he smiled to look upon her did the sly bold Reynardine

She said young man be civil and my company forsake
For my good opinion, I fear you are some rake

He said my dear I am no rake brought up in Venus train
But I'm searching for concealment, all from the judges men

Her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips they lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms there all on the mountain high

They hadn't kissed but once or twice till she came to again
And modestly she asked him, pray tell to me your name

He says if by chance you look for me perhaps you'll not me find
But I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine

Day and night she followed him, his teeth so bright did shine
And he's led her over the mountain, did the sly bold Reynardine