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( 2 ) The Golden Glove.

Wealthy young quire in Tan worth we hear,

Courted a nobleman’s daughter o fair;

And then for to marry it was her intent,

All friends and relations did give him conent,

The time was appointed for the wedding day,

A farmer was chofen the father to be;

But as oon as the lady the farmer did py,

It enflamed her heart; O, my heart, he did cry.

She turn’d from the quire, but nothing he aid

Intead of being marry’d fhe went to her bed:

O the thoughts' of the farmer o run in her mind,

And the way for to have him he quickly did find.

Coat, waitcoat and breeches he then did put of

A hunting he went with her dog and her gun;

She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell, I

Becaue in her heart he lov’d him full well.

She oftentimes fired but nothing he kill’d,

At length the young farmer cjme into the field;

O then to dicoure him it was her intent,

With her dog and her gun to meet him he went.

I thought you had been at the wedding he cry’d

For to wait on the quire and give him his bride.

No, no, ays the farmer, if the truth I mut tell,

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

Suppoe the lady hould grant you her love.

You know that the quire your ruin will prove;

O then ays the farmer, I'll take word in hand,

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

The lady was pleaed to hear him o bold,

She gave him a glove that was flowered with gold

She told him he found it as coming along,

As he was hunting with a dog and a gun.