One night upon my rambles Two miles below
Fermoy I met a farmer's daughter All on the mountains high. I said, My pretty fair maid Your beauty shines so
clear All on these lonesome mountains, I'm glad to meet you here.
She said, Kind sir be civil, My company
forsake, For in my own opinion I fear you are a rake. And if my parents they should know, My life they would
destroy For keeping of your company All on the mountains high.
He said, My dear I am no rake Brought up
in Venus' train, But I'm seeking for concealment All on the lonesome plain. Your beauty so enticed me I could
not pass it by, So it's with my gun I'll guard you, All on the mountain high.
Her cherry cheek and ruby lips
They lost their former dye. She fainted in his arms there All on the mountain high. They hadn't kissed but once
or twice Till she came to again, With that she kindly asked him, Pray tell to me your name.
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
she followed him, His teeth did brightly shine, And he led her over the mountains, That sly, bold Reynardine.
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