The Golden Glove Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

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