one evening as i rambled amongst the springing thyme i overheard a young woman conversing with reynadine her hair was black and her eyes were blue her lips as red as wine and he smiled as he gazed upon her did that sly bold reynadine she said young man be civil my company forsake for my to good opinion i fear you are a rake he said my dear i am no rake brought up in venus train but i m searching from concealment from the judges men her ruby lips her rosy cheeks they lost their former dye and she fell into his arms there all on the mountain thyme they hadn t kissed but once or twice till she came to again and so gently she asked him pray tell to me your name he said if by chance you look for me i fear you ll not me find i ll be in my castle inquire for reynadine day and night and night and day she followed him his teeth did shine and he lead her o er the mountain did that sly bold reynadine one evening as i rambled amongst the springing thyme i overheard a young woman conversing with reynadine