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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!