The Tan Yard Side

I thought he was an angel bright

Come tripping down so low

Saying, "Kind sir, I'm a country boy

And modest to me he plies

And I daily labour for my bread

Down by the tanyard side."

He's the neatest little country boy

That ever my eyes did spy

And he'd have made a girl a bonny bride

Down by the tanyard side

So red and rosy was his cheeks

And amber was his hair

And his two pretty eyes like diamonds shine

As my hands passed through his hair

It is twelve long months since first we met

So early in the spring

When the small birds they do whistle loud

The nightingale doth sing

The nightingale doth sing

And if ever I return again

I'll take that boy in sight

And I'll roll him in my very own arms

Down by the tanyard side

I will roll him in my very own arms

Down by the tanyard side