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Magdalene College - Pepys
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News from Hide-Park. or,
A verry merry passage which happened betwixt a North-Country Gentleman, and a very Gawdy Gallant,
Lady of Pleasure, whom he took up in the Park and conducted her (in her own Coach) home to her
And what chanced there, If you'l venture attention the Song will declare.
To the Tune of, The Crost Couple.

ONe evening a little before it was dark
sing tan tara tara tantivee;
I call'd for my Gelding and rid to Hide-park,
on tan tara rara tan-tivee:
It was in the merry month of May,
When Meadows and fields were gaudy and gay,
And Flowers apparel'd as bright as the day,
I got upon my tan-tivee.

The Park shon brighter then the skies,
sing tan tara tara tan-tivee;
With jewels and Gold, and Ladies eyes,
that sparkled and cry'd come see me:
Of all parts of England Hide Park hath the name
For Coaches and Horses and Persons of fame,
It lookt at first sight a field full of Flame,
which made me ride up tan-tivee.

There hath not been such a sight since Adam's,
for Periwig, Ribbon, and Feather;
Hide-Park, may be term'd the Market of Madams
or Lady-fair chuse you wheathers

Their Gowns were a yard too-long for their legs
They shew'd like the Rain-bow cut into Rags
A Garden of Flowers, or a navy of Flags,
when they did all mingle together.

Among all those Ladi[e]s I singled out one;
to prattle of Love and folly;
I found her not coy but jovial as Jone
or Betty, or, Margret, or Molly:
With Honours and Love, and stories of chances,
My spirits did move and my blood she advances,
With twenty Quonundrums, and fifty five fancies
i'de fain have been at her Tan-tivee.

We talkt away time until it was dark,
the place began to grow privee;
For the Gallants began to draw out of the Park,
there Horses did Gallop tan-tivee:
But finding my courage a little to come,
I sent my bay Gelding away by my Groom,
And proffer'd my service to wait on her home,
in her Coach we went both Tan-tivee.

I Offer'd and proffer'd, but found her straight lac'd
she cry'd I shall never believe ye,
This arm full of Sattin I bravely imbraced,
and fain would have been at Tan-tivee:
Her Lodging was pleasant for scent and sight
She seem'd like an Angel by Candle-light
And like a bold Archer I aim'd at the white
Tan-tivee, Tan-tivee, Tantivee.

With many denials she yielded at last,
her Chamber being wondrous privee
That I all night might have my repast
to run at [t]he ring Tan-tivee
I put of my cloaths and I tumbled to bed,
She went in her Closset to dress up her head,
But I peept in the Key-hole to see what she did,
which put me quite beside my Tan-tivee.

She took off her Head-tire and shew'd her bald pate
her cunning did very much grieve me,
Thought I to my self if it were not [t]oo late,
I would home to my Lodging, believe me:
Her hair being gone she seem'd like a Hag.
Her bald pate did show like an Ostritches Egg,
This Lady (thought I) is as right as my Leg
she hath been too much at Tan-tivee.

The more I did peep the more I did spy,
which did unto amazement drive me,
She put up her finger and out dropt her eye,
I pray'd that some power would relieve me:

But now my resolves never to trouble her,
Or venture my Carkass with a blind Hobler,
She lookt with one eye just like Hewson the Cobler
When he us'd to ride Tantivee.

I peept and was still perplexed there with,
thought I tho't be midnight i'le leave thee,
She fetcht a yawn and out fell her Teeth,
this Quean had an intent to decieve me:
She drew out her handkercheif as I suppose,
To wipe her hye Fore-head and off dropt her Nose
Which made me run quickly and put on my Hose
the Devils in my Tan-tivee.

she washt all the Paint from her visage, and then
lookt just if you will believe me?
Like a Lancashire Witch of fourscore and ten,
and as the Devil did drive me,
I put on my cloaths & cry'd Witches and whores,
I tumbled down stairs broke open the doors,
And down to my Country again to my Boars,
next morning I rid Tan-tivee.

you north country gallants that live pleasant lives
let not Curiosity drive ye,
To leave the fresh air, & your own tennants wives
for Sattin will sadly deceive you:
For my part I will no more be such a Meacock
To deal with the plumes of a Hide Park Peacock
But find out a Russet Coat wench and a [Dr]y cock.
and there I will ride Tantivee.

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.

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