There was a young squire who lived o'er the way.
He courted a rich lady so fair and so gay.
To marry this lady it was his intent.
Their friends and relations all gave their consent.
The time was appointed the wedding to see.
The squire chose a farmer his waiter to be.
No sooner had the lady the waiter espied,
He inflamed her true heart. "Oh my true heart!" She cried.
Instead of getting married she went to her bed.
The thought of the farmer still ran through her head.
The thought of the farmer still went through her mind,
And how to gain him she was quickly to find.
A coat, vest and pants did the lady put on.
Away she went hunting with dog and with gun.
She hunted all around where the farmer did dwell,
Because in her true heart she loved him so well.
Often she fired, but nothing she killed.
At length the young farmer came into the field.
To talk with him there it became her intent.
With her dog and her gun on to meet him she went.
"I thought you'd have been to the wedding," she cried,
"To give to the squire his beautiful bride."
"Oh, no," said the farmer, "The truth to you I'll tell.
I couldn't give her to him 'cause I love her so well."
It pleased the young lady to see him so bold.
She gave him her glove that was flowered with gold.
Saying, "Take this, I found it as I did come along.
I found it while hunting with dog and with gun."
The lady went home with a heart full of love,
And gave out the news that she had lost her glove.
"And the one that will find it and bring it to me,
The one that will find it, his bride I will be."
It pleased the young farmer to hear of the news.
Straight 'way with the glove to the lady he goes.
Saying, "Here, honored lady, I've just found your glove.
Will you be so kind as to grant me your love?"
"My love, it is granted." The lady replied.
"I love the sweet breath of the farmer!" She cried.
"I'll be mistress of dairy and milking of cow,
While my jolly young farmer goes whistling to plow."
And when they were married she told of the fun.
How she courted the farmer with dog and with gun.
"And now that I have him so close in my snare,
I love him forever and vow I don't care."
He courted a rich lady so fair and so gay.
To marry this lady it was his intent.
Their friends and relations all gave their consent.
The time was appointed the wedding to see.
The squire chose a farmer his waiter to be.
No sooner had the lady the waiter espied,
He inflamed her true heart. "Oh my true heart!" She cried.
Instead of getting married she went to her bed.
The thought of the farmer still ran through her head.
The thought of the farmer still went through her mind,
And how to gain him she was quickly to find.
A coat, vest and pants did the lady put on.
Away she went hunting with dog and with gun.
She hunted all around where the farmer did dwell,
Because in her true heart she loved him so well.
Often she fired, but nothing she killed.
At length the young farmer came into the field.
To talk with him there it became her intent.
With her dog and her gun on to meet him she went.
"I thought you'd have been to the wedding," she cried,
"To give to the squire his beautiful bride."
"Oh, no," said the farmer, "The truth to you I'll tell.
I couldn't give her to him 'cause I love her so well."
It pleased the young lady to see him so bold.
She gave him her glove that was flowered with gold.
Saying, "Take this, I found it as I did come along.
I found it while hunting with dog and with gun."
The lady went home with a heart full of love,
And gave out the news that she had lost her glove.
"And the one that will find it and bring it to me,
The one that will find it, his bride I will be."
It pleased the young farmer to hear of the news.
Straight 'way with the glove to the lady he goes.
Saying, "Here, honored lady, I've just found your glove.
Will you be so kind as to grant me your love?"
"My love, it is granted." The lady replied.
"I love the sweet breath of the farmer!" She cried.
"I'll be mistress of dairy and milking of cow,
While my jolly young farmer goes whistling to plow."
And when they were married she told of the fun.
How she courted the farmer with dog and with gun.
"And now that I have him so close in my snare,
I love him forever and vow I don't care."