Reynadine

(álbum: Genuine Negro Jig - 2010)

One evening, as I rambled amongst the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynadine
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue, her lips as red as wine
And he smiled as he gazed upon her, did that sly, bold Reynadine
She said, "Young man, be civil, my company forsake
For my to good opinion, I fear you are a rake"
He said, "My dear, I am no rake, brought up in Venus train
But, I'm searching from concealment from the judges' men"
Her ruby lips, her rosy cheeks, they lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms there all on the mountain thyme
They hadn't kissed but once or twice till she came to again
And so gently, she asked him, "Pray tell to me your name"
He said, "If by chance you look for me, I fear you'll not me find
I'll be in my castle, inquire for Reynadine"
Day and night and night and day she followed him, his teeth did shine
And he lead her o'er the mountain, did that sly bold Reynadine
One evening, as I rambled amongst the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman conversing with Reynadine