The Golden Glove

<br>Oh its of a young squire in tamworth we hear<br><br>And he courted a noblemans daughter so fair<br><br>For to marry her it was his intent<br><br>And the friends and relations had given their consent<br><br><br><br>Now a date was appointed for their wedding day<br><br>And the farmer he was appointed to give her away<br><br>But as soon as the lady this farmer did spy<br><br>Her heart was inflamed and bitterly she did cry<br><br><br><br>And she turned from the squire but nothing she said<br><br>But instead of getting married she took to her bed<br><br>And the thoughts of the farmer so ran in her mind<br><br>A way for to have him she quickly did find<br><br><br><br>Coat waistcoat and trousers the young girl put on<br><br>And away she went a-hunting with her dog and her gun<br><br>And she hunted around where the farmer he did dwell<br><br>Because in her heart oh she loved him so well<br><br><br><br>And she oftentimes fired but nothing she killed<br><br>Until this young farmer came into the field<br><br>And to talk with him it was her intent<br><br>With her dog and her gun then to meet him she went<br><br><br><br>Oh I thought you would be at the wedding she cried<br><br>To wait on the squire and to give him his bride<br><br>Oh no said the farmer Ill take a sword in my hand<br><br>By honor Id gain her whenever she command<br><br><br><br>And the lady was pleased when she heard him so bold<br><br>And she gave him a glove that was made out of gold<br><br>And she told him that she found it (as? ) she was coming along<br><br>As she went out a-hunting with her dog and her gun<br><br><br><br>And this lady went home with a heart full of love<br><br>And she gave out a notice that shed lost her glove<br><br>And whoever found it and he brings it to me<br><br>Whoever he is then my husband shall be<br><br><br><br>The farmer he was pleased when he heard of the news<br><br>And with a heart full of love to the lady he goes<br><br>Oh lady oh lady Ive picked up your glove<br><br>And I hope that youll be pleased for to grant me some love<br><br><br><br>Oh its already granted (and? ) I will be your bride<br><br>For I love the sweet breath of the farmer she cried<br><br>Ill be mistress of your dairy and Ill milk all your cows<br><br>While me jolly old farmer goes whistling on his plow<br><br><br><br>And its when they got married and they told of the fun<br><br>How shed gone out a-hunting with her dog and her gun