Bold Sir Rylas
Spiers & Boden
4:21One 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