2.3 Varianten des Liedes

One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green,
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine.

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue,
Her lips as red as wine,
And he smiled to gaze upon her,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.

She said, ``Kind sir, be civil,
My company forsake,
For in my own opinion
I fear you are some rake.''

``Oh no,'' he said, ``no rake am I,
Brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm seeking for concealment
All along 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 mountains high.''

``And if by chance you should look for me,
Perhaps you'll not me find,
For I'll be in my castle,
Inquire for Reynardine.''

Sun and dark she followed him,
His teeth did brightly shine,
And he led her up a-the mountains,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.

Diese Fassung stammt aus Fairport Convention (The Boot - 1983 Fairport Reunion) .: In dieselbe Richtung - des Gesetzlosen mit der Waffe in der Hand - geht die folgende Version: 

One evening as I rambled, two miles below Permoy,
I spied a pretty fair maiden, all on the mountain high.
I said, "My pretty fair maiden, your beauty shines most clear, 
And on this lonesome mountain, I'm glad to meet you here."

She said, "Young man, be civil; my company forsake,
For to my good opinion, I fear you are a rake,
And if my parents came to know, my life they would destroy, 
For keeping of your company, all on the mountain high."

Oh no, my dear, I am no rake, brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm searching for concealment, all in the judge's men.
Your beauty has ensnared me, I can not pass you by.
And with my gun I'll guard you, all on the mountain high.

Her cherry cheeks and ruby lips, they lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms then all on the mountains high
They hadn't kissed but once or twicw till she came to again
And modestly she asked him "Oh, sir, what is you name?"

Well if by chance you look for me, by chance you'll not me find 
'Tis writ in ancient history, my name is Reynardine."
Sun and dark she followed him, his teeth so bright did shine 
And he led her over the mountains, that sly bold Reynardine

So come all you pretty fair maidens, this warning take by me. 
Never go a roving, and shun bad company,
For if you do, you'll surely rue until the day you die.
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountain high.

Diese Version von John Roberts und Tony Barrand ist enthalten in "Dark Ships In the Forest" . CLICK TO PLAY. Eine weitere Variante des Geschehens, diesmal in Prosa, birgt die Erzählung  The ballad of Reynardine von  Athan Y. Chilton


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