The Golden Glove (an upbeat English story-ballad, sing by Eddie Biggins)

The Golden Glove Oh it's of a young squire in Tamworth we hear Who courted a nobleman's daughter so fair And all for to marry her it was his intent And the friends and relations they gave their consent The time was appointed for their wedding day A young farmer was chosen for to give her away But as soon as the farmer the young lady spied Oh, her heart was inflamed and bitterly she cried Well, she turned from the squire but nothing she said And 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 designed Coat, waistcoat and trousers this young girl put on And a-hunting she went with her dog and her gun She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell Because in her heart she did love him right well And she oftentimes fired but nothing she killed Until this young farmer came into the field And oh for to talk with him it was her intent So with her heart full of love then to meet him she went “I thought yo