One evenin' as I rambled. Among the spring in time. I overheard a young woman. Converse with Reynardine. . Her hair was black and her eyes were blue. Her lips as red as wine.
Hori Horo my pony of love. Hori Horo my right one. And won't you come with me, my love?. To be my own, my fair one. . Smile in the barn, smile in the sea.