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JANE
OF TIVOT SIDE
Printed for Wm. Armstrongs Banastre-street.
In robes of green, the smiling spring,
Bedecks the grove with pride ;
Beneath the yew tree let me sing,
The lass of Tivot Side.
CHORUS.
I do declare, a lass more fair
In Scotland canna be ;
Whose comely mien and jet black een,
Has stole my heart from me.
Search every part throughout the land,
From Tweed to bonny Clyde,
You ne'er will meet a lass so sweet,
As Jane of Tivot Side.
I do declare, a lass, &c,
How blythe am I when evening comes,
To wander o'er the lea,
To sit amongst the yellow broom,
With Jane upon my knee.
I do declare, a lass, &c.
Had I the choice of monarch's lot,
To pomp and pow'r ally'd,
I'd quit them for a rural cot,
And Jane of Tivot Side.
I do declare, a lass, &c.