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 3 Then for to talk with him it was her intent,

With her dog and gun 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 bride;

No, sir, said the farmer, if the truth I may tell,

I’ll not give her away, for I love her too well.

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 I’ll gain her, or my life’s at command.

It pleased the lady to hear him so bold,

And she gave him a glove that was flower’d with gold,

She told him she found it in coming along,

As she was a-hunting with her dog and her gun.

The lady went homohome [sic] with her heart full of love,

And she gave out a speech she had lost her glove;

And the man that does find it and bring it to me,

The man that does find it, his bride I shall be.

The farmer was pleased when he heard the news

With a heart full of joy to his lady he goes;

Dear honoured lady, I’ve pick’d up your 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 and milking the cows,

While my jolly brisk farmer is whistling at plows.