The Tan Yard Side - Singing with Nightingales

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 plied

And I daily laboured for my bread

Down by the tan yard side

So red and rosy was his cheeks

And amber was his hair

And his two pretty eyes like diamonds shine

As my hands coursed through his hair

It is twelve long months since first we met

So early in the spring

When the small birds they do whistle and

The nightingales do sing (2x)

And if ever I return again

I'll take that boy inside

And I'll roll him in my very own arms

Down by the tan yard side

I will roll him in my very own arms

Down by the tan yard side