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 (3) Suppoſe that the Lady ſhould grant you her love, You know that the Squire your rival will prove. O then, ſays the farmer, I'll take ſword in hand, By honour l'Again her, or my life's at command. Io pleaſed the Lady to hear him ſo bold, She gave him a glove that was flower'd with gold; And told him the found it in coming along, As ſhe was a-hunting with her dog and gun. The Lady went home with her heart full of love, And gave our a report that the had lost her glove; And he that does find it, and bring it to me, The man that does find it, his bride I will be. The farmer was pleas'd when he heard the news, With a heart full of jy hie Lady he gors: Dear hon ured Lady, I have pick'd up his glove; IF you will be pleaſed to grant me your love, It is already granted, I will be your bride I love the ſweet breath of a Farmer, ſhe cry'd, I'll be miſtreſs of the dairy, & nikmg the cows, While my jolly farmer's attending his plows. The 'Squire he return'd in a furious mood, Vowing revenge in the poor Farmer's blood; Bat Fortune to the Farmer has proved moll kind, Disappointed the 'Squire of his cruel deſign. The 'Squire & the Farmer by chance did meet, Says the 'Squire to the farmer, you are undiſcreet,