The Tan Yard Slide

I thought he was a name
Come tripping down so low
Saying kind sir i’m a country boy
And modest to me he replied
And i daily labour
For my bread
Down by the tanyard sign
He’s the neatest little country boy
That ever my eyes did spy
And he doth made a girl a bonny bride
Down by the tanyard sign

So red and rosy was his cheeks
And down was his hair
And his two pretty eyes like diamonds shine
As my hands claw 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
The nightingales do sing

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 tanyard sign
I will roll him in my very own arms
Down by the tanyard sign