The Golden Glove

Oh it's of a young squire in Tamworth we hear And he courted a nobleman's daughter so fair For to marry her it was his intent And the friends and relations had given their consent Now a date was appointed for their wedding day And the farmer he was appointed to give her away But as soon as the lady this farmer did spy Her heart was inflamed and bitterly she did cry And she turned from the squire but nothing she said But instead of getting married she took to her bed And the thoughts of the farmer so ran in her mind A way for to have him she quickly did find Coat waistcoat and trousers the young girl put on And away she went a-hunting with her dog and her gun And she hunted around where the farmer he did dwell Because in her heart oh she loved him so well And she oftentimes fired but nothing she killed Until this young farmer came into the field And to talk with him it was her intent With her dog and her gun then to meet him she went