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Isobel Campbell - Reynardine |
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One evening as I rambled |
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Among the springtime |
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I overheard a young woman |
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Converse with Reynardine |
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Her hair was black and her eyes were blue |
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Her lips as red as wine |
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And he smiled to gaze upon her |
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Did that sly, bold Reynardine |
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He said, "if by chance you should look for me |
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Perhaps you'll not me find |
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For I'll be in my castle |
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Inquire for Reynardine |
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Sun and dark she followed him |
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His eyes did brightly shine |
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And he led her over the mountain |
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Did that sly, bold Reynardine |
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