Bert Jansch (3 November 1943 – 5 October 2011)

Uploaded by schaaapje123 on Jul 16, 2009

From the record L.A. Turnaround by Bert Jansch 1973. With Red Rhodes on Pedal Steel. Producer Mike Nesmith.

Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing

Ah she's so full of life

Sparkling with tiny red roses

Let there be music to please her

Let it be sunbright to light up her day

Let the moon light her night

And fill her with deep silent sleepiness

If I were a small bird so tiny

I'd hide in her hair just to be near her

To hear her sweet voice

And feel her sweet body beside me

And if I were a high lord with riches

I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands

I would shoe her in gold

Then invite her to sit at my table

Step out young lady a-dancing

To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing

For your beauty so rare

Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning

Uploaded by ItinerateWolfMop on Mar 29, 2009

"An instrumental guitar duet between Bert Jansch & John Renbourn. It was originally on Bert Jansch's "It Don't Bother Me" and their duo album "Bert & John" which were both released in 1965. It ended up on many other albums, including a compilation of Jansch material which featured this as the title track, released in 1969. A little ironic considering that all the credits I've seen for the composition point to John Renbourn."

Uploaded by VerhipBe on May 25, 2007

Uploaded by juutalaiswhynot on May 12, 2009

"Here's another clip from Dreamweaver, the Bert Jansch documentary (2000). Reynardine is a traditional English ballad that was first released by Bert on his album Rosemary Lane (1971)."

According to Wikipedia "in versions most commonly sung and recorded today, Reynardine is a werefox who attracts beautiful women to him so that he can take them away to his castle. What fate meets them there is usually left ambiguous."

One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine


Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
Her lips as red as wine
And he smiled to gaze upon her
Did that sly old Reynardine


She said, "Kind sir, be civil
My company forsake
For in my own opinion
I fear you are some rake"


"Oh no," he said, "no rake am I
Brought up in Venus' train
But I'm seeking for concealment
All along the lonesome plane"


"Your beauty so enticed me
I could not pass it by
So it's with my gun I'll guard you
All on the mountains high"


"And if by chance you should look for me
Perhaps you'll not me find
For I'll be in my castle
Inquire for Reynardine"


Sun and dark, she followed him
His teeth did brightly shine
And he led her up a-the mountains
Did that sly old Reynardine