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!