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National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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News from Hide-Park.
OR,
A very merry passage which hapned betwixt a North Country Gentleman, and a very Gaudy
Gallant Lady of pleasure, whom he took up in the Parke, & conducted her (in her own Coach)
home to her Lodgings, and what chanced there, if you'll venter Attention the Song will
declare.
To the Tune of, The Crost Couple.

ONe Evening a little before it was dark,
sing tan tara rara tan tivee,
I call'd for my Gelding & rid to Hide parke,
on tan tara rara tan-tivee:
It was in the merry Month of May,
When Meadows & Fields were gaudy & gay,
And Flowers apparell'd as bright as the day,
I got upon my tan-tivee.

The Park shone brighter than the Skyes,
sing tan tara rara 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 & Horses, and Persons of fame,
It looked at first sight, like a field full of flame,
Which made me ride up tan-tivee.

There hath not been seen such a sight since Adam's
or Perriwig, Ribbon, and Feather,
Hide-park may be term'd the Market of Madams
or Lady-Fair, chuse you whether:

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 these Ladies I singled out one
to prattle of love and folly;
I found her not coy, but jovial as Jone,
or Betty, or Margret, or Moly:
With honors & love, and stories of Chances,
My spirits did move & my blood she advances,
With twenty quonundrums, & fifty five fancies
I'd have been at her tan-tivee.

We talkt away time until it grew dark,
the place did begin to grow privee;
For Gallants began to draw out of the Park:
their 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 & proffer'd, but found her straight lac'd
she cry'd, I shall never believe ye?
This armful of Sattin I bravely embrac'd,
and fain would have been at tan-tivee.
Her lodging was pleasant for scent & for 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, tan-tivee.

With many denials she yielded at last,
her Chamber being wondrous privee,
That I all the night there might have my repast
to run at the Ring tan-tivee:
I put off my cloaths, and I tumbled to bed:
She went in her Closet to dress up her head,
But I peep'd in the key-hole to see what she did,
which put me quite beside my tan-tivee.

She took of her head-tire, & shew'd her bald pate,
her cunning did very much grieve me,
Thought I to myself, if it were not so late,
I would home to my lodgings, believe me.
Her hair being gone, she seem'd like a Hagg.
Her bald-pate did look like an Estritches Egg,
This Lady (thought I) is as right as my legg,
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 was never to trouble her,
Or venture my Carkis with such a blind hobler,
She lookt with one eye just like Heuson the Cob-ler
when he us'd to ride tan-tivee.

I peept & was still more perplexed therewith,
thought I tho't be midnight I'le leave thee,
She fetcht a yawn, and out fell her teeth,
this Queen had intents to deceive me:
She drew out her Handkercheif as I suppose,
To wipe her high forhead & off dropt her nose,
Which made me run quickly and put on my hose
the Devil is in my tan-tivee.

She washt all the Paint from her visage & then
she 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 & whores,
I tumbled down stairs, broke open the doors,
And down to my country again to my Bores,
Next morning I rid tan-tivee.

You North-country Gallants that live pleasant lives
let not curiosity drive ye,
To leave the fresh air, and 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 plums of a Hide-park Peacock,
But find out a russet coat wench, & a heycock,
and there I will ride tan-tivee.


FINIS.
London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.

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