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Roud Folk Song Index #397
Also known as All On the Mountain High, the association with foxes and indeed a werefox possibly deriving from the French word "renard" (fox) is a later addition by folklorist A.L. Lloyd who embellished the original song on this account. - wikipedia
Also known as All On the Mountain High, the association with foxes and indeed a werefox possibly deriving from the French word "renard" (fox) is a later addition by folklorist A.L. Lloyd who embellished the original song on this account. - wikipedia
Green Fields of America does a great version of this song. Fairport Convention also did a great version (from their Liege and Leaf album)
Reynardine
by trad
One [F] evening as I rambled, two miles below Permoy,
I met a pretty maiden, all [G] on the mountains [C] high.
I [F] said, “My pretty maiden, your [Bb] beauty shines so [F] clear,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I’m [C7] glad to see you [F] here.”
I’m [F] glad to see you here,
I’m glad to see you [C] here,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I’m [F] glad to [C] see you [F] here.
She said, “Kind sir, be civil now; my company forsake,
For to my great opinion, I fear you are some rake,
And if my parents knew of this, my life they would destroy,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.”
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.
I said, “My maid, I am no rake, wrapped up in Venus’ train,
Or seeking for advancement, all in me father’s name.
But your beauty has enchanted me, I can not pass you by.
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
This pretty fair young maiden then, she fell into amaze
her eyes as soft as amber, upon me she did gaze.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, they lost their former dye
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
I had not kissed her once or twice, till she came to again
quite modestly she asked of me, “Kind Sir, what is your name?”
If you go to yonder forest, the answer there you’ll find
‘Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine.
They call me Reynardine,
they call me Reynardine,
‘Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine
Bridge
I said my pretty maiden bell, don’t let your parents know
For if you do, I’ll surely rue, and fate will overthrow
and if you come in search of me, perhaps you’ll not me find
but I’ll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.
Enquire for Reynardine,
enquire for Reynardine,
Oh, I’ll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine
So come all you pretty fair maidens now, and a warning take by me.
Beware of your common ways, 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 mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
I met a pretty maiden, all [G] on the mountains [C] high.
I [F] said, “My pretty maiden, your [Bb] beauty shines so [F] clear,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I’m [C7] glad to see you [F] here.”
I’m [F] glad to see you here,
I’m glad to see you [C] here,
Oh tis [F] on these lonesome [Bb] mountains, I’m [F] glad to [C] see you [F] here.
She said, “Kind sir, be civil now; my company forsake,
For to my great opinion, I fear you are some rake,
And if my parents knew of this, my life they would destroy,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.”
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
For the keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.
I said, “My maid, I am no rake, wrapped up in Venus’ train,
Or seeking for advancement, all in me father’s name.
But your beauty has enchanted me, I can not pass you by.
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And thats why I travel far from home, all on the mountains high.
This pretty fair young maiden then, she fell into amaze
her eyes as soft as amber, upon me she did gaze.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, they lost their former dye
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And then she fell into my arms, all on the mountains high.
I had not kissed her once or twice, till she came to again
quite modestly she asked of me, “Kind Sir, what is your name?”
If you go to yonder forest, the answer there you’ll find
‘Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine.
They call me Reynardine,
they call me Reynardine,
‘Tis writ in ancient history, they call me Reynardine
Bridge
I said my pretty maiden bell, don’t let your parents know
For if you do, I’ll surely rue, and fate will overthrow
and if you come in search of me, perhaps you’ll not me find
but I’ll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine.
Enquire for Reynardine,
enquire for Reynardine,
Oh, I’ll be in my castle, enquire for Reynardine
So come all you pretty fair maidens now, and a warning take by me.
Beware of your common ways, 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 mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.
All on the mountains high,
all on the mountains high,
And beware of meeting Reynardine, all on the mountains high.