The Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads has 6 copies of this song. This transcription is based mainly on Don. b.13(67).

NEWS FROM HYDE-PARK
Or,
A very merry Passage which happen'd 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. Tune of, The Cross'd Couple. Licens'd and Enter'd.
[Printed in London between 1663 and 1674.]

One evening, a little before it was dark,
      Sing tan tara rara tan-tivee,
I called for my gelding and rid to Hyde Park,
      On tan tara rara tan-tivee.
It was in the merry month of May
When meadows and fields were gaudy and gay,
And flowers appareled as bright as the day,
      I got upon my tan-tivee.

The park shone brighter than the skies,
      Sing tan tara rara tan-tivee,
With jewels and gold and ladies' eyes
      That sparkled and cried, "Come see me."
Of all parts of 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 to ride up tan-tivee.

There hath not been seen such a sight since Adam's
      For periwig, ribbon, and feather.
Hyde Park may be termed the Market of Madams,
      Or lady-fair, choose you 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 all did mingle together.

Amongst all these ladies I singled out one
      To prattle of love and folly.
I found her not coy, but jovial as Joan,
      Or Betty, or Margret, or Molly.
With honours and love, and stories of chances,
My spirits did move, and my blood she advances.
With twenty conundrums, and fifty fine fancies,
      I'd have been at her tan-tivee.

We talked away time until it grew dark.
      The place did begin to grow privy.
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 proffered my service to wait on her home.
      In her coach we went both tan-tivee.

I offered and proffered but found her strait-laced.
      She cried, "I shall never believe ye."
This armful of Satan I bravely embraced
      And fain would have been at tan-tivee.
Her lodging was pleasant for scent and for sight.
She seemed like an angel by candlelight,
And like a bold archer, I aimed at the white
      Tan-tivee, tan-tivee, tan-tivee.

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-tivee.
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 keyhole to see what she did,
      Which put me quite beside my tan-tivee.

She took off her head-tire, and showed 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 seemed like a hag.
Her bald pate did look like an ostrich's egg.
This lady, thought I, is as right as my leg.
      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 dropped her eye.
      I prayed that some power would relieve me.
But now my resolve was never to trouble her,
Or venture my carcass with such a blind hobbler.
She looked with one eye just like Hughson the cobbler,
      When he used to ride tan-tivee.

I peeped and was still more perplexed therewith.
Thought I, though 't be midnight, I'll leave thee.
She fetched 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 off dropped her nose,
Which made me run quickly and put on my hose.
      The devil is in my tan-tivee!

She washed all the paint from her visage, and then
      She looked 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 clothes and cried "Witches and whores!"
I tumbled downstairs and 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 tenant wives,
      For Satan will sadly deceive ye.
For my part, I will no more be such a Meacock,
To deal with the plume of a Hyde-Park peacock,
But find out a russet-coat wench and a haycock,
      And there I will ride tan-tivee.