The golden glove lyrics

Artist  : John wesley harding 
Song : The golden glove
 
Oh it’s of a young squire in tamworth we hear
And he courted a nobleman’s daughter so fair
For to marry her it was his intent
And the friends and relations had given their
consent

Now a date was appointed for their wedding day
And the farmer he was appointed to give her away
But as soon as the lady this farmer did spy
Her heart was inflamed and bitterly she did cry

And she turned from the squire but nothing she
said
But instead of getting married she took to her
bed
And the thoughts of the farmer so ran in her
mind
A way for to have him she quickly did find

Coat waistcoat and trousers the young girl put
on
And away she went a-hunting with her dog and her
gun
And she hunted around where the farmer he did
dwell
Because in her heart oh she loved him so well

And she oftentimes fired but nothing she killed
Until this young farmer came into the field
And to talk with him it was her intent
With her dog and her gun then to meet him she
went

Oh I thought you would be at the wedding she
cried
To wait on the squire and to give him his bride
Oh no said the farmer I’ll take a sword in my
hand
By honor I’d gain her whenever she command

And the lady was pleased when she heard him so
bold
And she gave him a glove that was made out of
gold
And she told him that she found it (as? ) she was
coming along
As she went out a-hunting with her dog and her
gun

And this lady went home with a heart full of
love
And she gave out a notice that she’d lost her
glove
And whoever found it and he brings it to me
Whoever he is then my husband shall be

The farmer he was pleased when he heard of the
news
And with a heart full of love to the lady he
goes
Oh lady oh lady I’ve picked up your glove
And I hope that you’ll be pleased for to grant me
some love

Oh it’s already granted (and? ) I will be your
bride
For I love the sweet breath of the farmer she
cried
I’ll be mistress of your dairy and I’ll milk all
your cows
While me jolly old farmer goes whistling on his
plow

And it’s when they got married and they told of
the fun
How she’d gone out a-hunting with her dog and her
gun