News from Hyde-park:  
OR, A very merry strange Passage which happened betwixt a North-Country Gentleman, and a very Gaudy Gallant Lady of Pleasure, whom he took up in the park, and Conducted her (in her own Coach) home to her Lodgings, and what chanced there, If you'll venture Attention, the Song will declare.  
To the Tune of, the crossed Couple.  

1  
ONe Evening a little before it was dark,  
Sing Tan tara rara Tan-tiwee,  
I called for my Gelding, & ride to Hyde-park  
One Tan tara rara Tan-tiwee:  
It was in the motley month of May,  
When Meadows and Fields were gaudy and Gay,  
And Flowers were apparelled as bright as the day,  
I got upon my Tan-tiwee.   

2  
The park shone brighter than the Skies,  
Sing tan tara rara Tan-tiwee.  
With Jewels, and Gold, and Lady's Eyes,  
That sparkled, and cried, come see me:  
Of all Parts in England, Hyde-park hath the name,  
For Coaches and Horses, and Persons of Fame;  
It looked (at first sight) like a Field full of Flame,  
Which made me ride up Tan-tiwee.   

3  
There hath not been seen such a sight since Adam's,  
For Perriwigg Ribbon and Feather;  
Hyde-park may be termed the Market of Madams,  
Or lady-fair, choose ye whether;  
Their Gowns were a yard too long for their legs,  
They showed like the rainbow cut into rags,  
A Garden of Flowers, or a Navy of flags,  
When they did all mingle together.   

4  
Amongst all these Ladies, I singled out One,  
To prattle of Love, and Folly:  
I found her not coy, but jovial as Joan,  
Or bet, or Margot, or Molly;  
With Honour, and Love, and Stories of Chances,  
My Spirits did move, and my Blood she advances,  
With twenty Quonundrums and fifty five Fancies;  
J'd fain have been at her tantiwee.   

5  
We talked away time, until it grew dark,  
The Place did begin to grow priwee;  
For Gallants began to draw out of the park;  
Their Horses did gallopp tan-tiwe:  
But finding my Courage a little to come,  
I sent my Bay-Gelding away by my groom,  
And proffered my service, to wait on her home:  
In a Coach we want both Tan-tiwee.   

6  
I offered and proffered, but found her straight laced,  
She cried, I shall never believe ye:  
This armful of satin, I bravely embraced,  
And fain would have been at Tan-tiwee:  
Her Lodgings were pleasant, for scent and for sight,  
She seemed as an angel by Candle-light,  
And (like a bold Archer) I aimed at the White;  
Tan-tiwee, tan-tiwee, tan-tiwee,   

7  
With many denials, she yielded at last,  
(Her Chamber being wondrous privy)  
That I all the night there might have my repast,  
To run at the Ring Tan-tiwee,  
I put off my clothes, and I tumbled to bed,  
She went in her closet to dress up her head,  
But I peeped in the key hole, to see what she did,  
Which put me quite by Tan-tiwee.   

8  
She took of her head-tire and showed her baldpate  
Her Cunning did very much grieve me  
Thought I to myself, if it were not so late.  
I would home to my Lodging believe me:  
Her hair being gone she seemed a hag,  
Her baldpate did look like an Estritches Egg,  
This Lady thought I, is as right as my leg,  
She hath been too much at Tan-tiwee.   

9  
The more I did peep, the more I did spy,  
Which did to a mazement drive me,  
She put up her finger, and out dropped an eye;  
I prayed that some Power would relieve me;  
But now my Resolves were never to trouble her,  
Or venture my Carkais, with such a blind hobbler,  
She looked (with one eye) just like Hewson the Cobber,  
When he us●d to ride tan-tiwe.   

10  
I peeped, and was still more perplexed therewith,  
Thought I (though't be at midnight) J'll leave thee,  
She fetches a yawn, and out fell her Teeth;  
This Quean had intents to deceive me:  
She drew out her handkerchief (as I suppose)  
To wipe her high forehead, and down drops her Nose;  
Which made me run quickly, and pull on my Hose:  
The devil is my Tan-tiwee.   

11.  
She washed all the Paint from her visage, and then  
She looked just (if you will believe me)  
Like a Lancashier Witch, of four score and ten;  
And I (as the devil did drive me)  
I put on my Clothes, and cried Witches and Whores,  
I tumbled down stairs, and broke open the doors  
And down in the Country again to my boors,  
Next morning I rid Tan-tiwee.   

12.  
You North country Gallants, that live pleasant lives,  
Let not curiosity drive ye.  
To leave the fresh air, and your own tenant Wives,  
For satin will sadly deceive ye:  
For my part, I will no more be such a Meacock,  
To deal with the Plumes of a Hyde-park Peacock,  
But find out a Russet coat Wench, and a haycock,  
And there I will ride Tan-tiwee.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for William Gilbertson dwelling at the Bible in Giltspur street, without Newgate.