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The Golden Glove A
2 In firing one time but nothing did kill,
Out came the farmer and whistled to his field. She step-ped up to him, these words she did say: Why wasn't you at the wedding, the wedding to-day ? Why wasn't you at the wedding to wait upon the Squire And to give to him his bride ?
3 Back to this lady the farmer replied:
I will not give her up for I love her too well.
This pleased this young lady in hearing him so bold.
She gave to him her glove that was covered in gold.
4 I picked it up as I came along,
As I came a-hunting with my dog and my gun; Returning back home with her heart all filled with love, Put out the new oration that she had lost her glove. And if any man will find it and bring it to me, Him I will marry and his lady I will be.