Reynardine

If by chance you look for me Perhaps you'll not me find, For I'll be in my castle-- Enquire for Reynardine!

Sun and dark he courted me-- His eyes were red as wine: He took me for his leman, Did my sweet Reynardine.

Sun and dark the gay horn blows, The beagles run like wind: They know not where he harbours, The fairy Reynardine.

If by chance you look for me Perhaps you'll not me find, For I'll be in my castle-- Enquire for Reynardine!