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!