Lyrics:
One evening as I rambledAmong the leaves so greenI overheard a young womanConverse with ReynardineHer hair was black, her eyes were blueHer lips as red as wineAnd he smiled to gaze upon herDid that sly old ReynardineShe said, 'Kind sir, be civilMy company forsakeFor in my own opinionI fear you are some rake''Oh no,' he said, 'no rake am IBrought up in Venus' trainBut I'm seeking for concealmentAll along the lonesome plain''Your beauty so enticed meI could not pass it bySo it's with my gun I'll guard youAll on the mountains high''And if by chance you should look for mePerhaps you'll not me findFor I'll be in my castleInquire for Reynardine'Sun and dark, she followed himHis teeth did brightly shineAnd he led her up a-the mountainsDid that sly old Reynardine