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The Golden Glove.
A Wealthy young ſquire in Tan worth we hear,
Courted a nobleman’s daughter ſo fair;
And then for to marry it was her intent,
All friends and relations did give him conſent,
The time was appointed for the wedding day,
A farmer was chofen the father to be;
But as ſoon as the lady the farmer did ſpy,
It enflamed her heart; O, my heart, ſhe did cry.
She turn’d from the ſquire, but nothing ſhe ſaid
Inſtead of being marry’d fhe went to her bed:
O the thoughts' of the farmer ſo run in her mind,
And the way for to have him ſhe quickly did find.
Coat, waiſtcoat and breeches ſhe then did put of
A hunting ſhe went with her dog and her gun;
She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell, I
Becauſe in her heart ſhe lov’d him full well.
She oftentimes fired but nothing ſhe kill’d,
At length the young farmer cjme into the field;
O then to diſcourſe him it was her intent,
With her dog and her gun to meet him ſhe went.
I thought you had been at the wedding ſhe cry’d
For to wait on the ſquire and give him his bride.
No, no, ſays the farmer, if the truth I muſt tell,
I’ll not give her away, for I love her too well.
Suppoſe the lady ſhould grant you her love.
You know that the ſquire your ruin 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.
The lady was pleaſed to hear him ſo bold,
She gave him a glove that was flowered with gold
She told him ſhe found it as coming along,
As ſhe was hunting with a dog and a gun.
