Reynardine

One evening as I rambled
Among the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Rayner Dyme
Her hair was brown, her eyes were blue
Her lips as red as wine
And he smiled to look upon her
Did the sly bold Rayner Dyme
She says, "Young man, be civil
My company forsake
For by my good opinion
I fear you are a rake"
He said, "Fair maid, I am no rake
Brought up in the man's trade
But I'm seeking for concealment
From the judge's maid"
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
They lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms then
All on the mountainside
They had not kissed but once or twice
Till she came to again
And so modestly she asked him
"Pray tell to me your name"
"Oh, if by chance you look for me
Perhaps you'll not me find
But I'll be all in my castle
Enquire for Rayner Dyme"
For days and nights she followed him
His teeth so brightly did shine
And he led her over the mountain
Did the sly bold Rayner Dyme