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 THE GOLDEN GLOVE

A wealthy young 'Squire of Tanworth we hear, He courted a Nobleman's daughter most fair, And for to marry her, it was his intent, All friends and relations had given their consent.

The time was appointed for the wedding-day; A young farmer was chosen the father to be, As soon as the Lady the farmer did spy, It flamed her heart—O my heart she did cry!

She turn'd from the 'Squire & nothing she said, Instead of being married, she went to her bed. The thoughts of the farmer stil run in her mind, The way for to have him the soon then did find.

Coat, waistcoat & breeches, she then did put on, And a hunting she went with her dog, & her gun She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell Because in her heart she lov'd him so well.

She often-times fired, but nothing she kill'd; At length the young farmer came at the field Then for to discourse with him was her intent; Wither dog & her gun for to meet him she went

I thought you had been at the wedding she cry'd To wait on the 'Squire to give him his pride. No, Sir, says the farmer, if the truth I may tell, I'd not give her away, for I love her mysel'.