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One evening as I rambled among the spring thyme
I met a farmer's daughter all on the mountains high.
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, her lips as red as wine,
And on this lonesome mountain me sly bold Reynardine.

She said, “Young man, be civil, my company forsake,
For it's to my good opinion I fear you are some rake.
"If my parents they should come to know, my life they would destroy,
For keeping of your company all on the mountains high."

“Oh no, I am no rake brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm searching for concealment all from the judge's men
Your beauty so enticed me, I could not pass you by,
But it's with my gun I'll guard you all on the mountains high.”

Her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips they lost their former dye,
As she fell into his arms there all on the mountain high.
They had not kissed but once or twice when she came to again
And most modestly she asked him oh pray tell to me your name.

“Well, if by chance you look for me, by chance you'll not me find.
I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.”
Sun and dark she followed him, his teeth did brightly shine,
And he led her over the mountains, that sly bold Reynardine.

So come all you pretty maidens, this warning take by me,
Never go a-rambling in gruesome company,
For if you don't you'll surely rue that day until you die,
You followed over the mountains that sly bold Reynardine

But I'll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.

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Helen Rupp-Henshaw Leeds, UK

Helen Rupp is a prolific Singer-Songwriter, Multi-Instrumentalist and Young Composer from Leicester.

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