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I5-—THE GOLDEN GLOVE |
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A wealthy young squire of Tamworth,
we hear, He courted a nobleman's daughter so
fair; To marry this lady it was his intent, All friends and relations gave gladly
consent.
The time was appointed for theii
wedding day, A young farmer chosen to give her
away; As soon as the farmer this lady did spy, He inflam-ed her heart; "O my heart!"
she did cry.
She turned from the squire, but
nothing she said ; Instead of being married she took to
her bed; The thought of the farmer ran sore in
her mind, A way to secure him she quickly did
find.
Coat, waistcoat, and breeches she then
did put on, And a-hunting she went with her dog
and her gun ; She hunted a-round where the farmer
did dwell, Because in her heart she did love him
full well.
She oftentimes fired, but nothing she
killed, At length the young farmer came into
the field; And as to discourse with him was her
intent, With her dog and her gun to meet him
she went.
" I thought you had been at the wedding," she cried,
"To wait on the squire, and give him his bride."
"No, sir," said the farmer, "if the truth I may tell,
I'll not give her aWay, for I love her too well." |
7 " Suppose that the lady should grant
you her love ? You know that the squire your rival
would prove." "Why then," says the farmer, "with
sword blade in hand, By honour I'll gain her when she shall
command."
8 It pleas-ed the lady to find him so
bold; She gave him a glove that was
flowered with gold, And told him she found it when
coming along, As she was a-hunting with dog and
with gun.
9 The lady went home with a heart full
of love, And gave out a notice that she'd lost
a glove: And said, "Who has found it, and
brings it to me, Whoever he is, he my husband shall
be."
io The farmer was pleased when he heard
of the news, With heart full of joy to the lady he
goes: "Dear honour-ed lady, I've picked
up your glove, And hope you'll be pleas-ed to grant
me your love."
ii "It already is granted, and I'll be
your bride; I love the sweet breath of a farmer,"
she cried. " I'll be mistress of dairy, and milking
my cow, While my jolly brisk farmer sings
shrill at the plough."
12 And when she was married she told
of her fun, How she went a-hunting with dog
and with gun: "And now I have got him so fast in
my snare, I'll enjoy him for ever, I vow and
declare! " |
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