Текст песни John Wesley Harding - The Golden Glove, слова песни John Wesley Harding

Текст песни John Wesley Harding - The Golden Glove

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Oh its of a young squire in tamworth we hearAnd he courted a noblemans daughter so fairFor to marry her it was his intentAnd the friends and relations had given their consentNow a date was appointed for their wedding dayAnd the farmer he was appointed to give her awayBut as soon as the lady this farmer did spyHer heart was inflamed and bitterly she did cryAnd she turned from the squire but nothing she saidBut instead of getting married she took to her bedAnd the thoughts of the farmer so ran in her mindA way for to have him she quickly did findCoat waistcoat and trousers the young girl put onAnd away she went a-hunting with her dog and her gunAnd she hunted around where the farmer he did dwellBecause in her heart oh she loved him so wellAnd she oftentimes fired but nothing she killedUntil this young farmer came into the fieldAnd to talk with him it was her intentWith her dog and her gun then to meet him she wentOh I thought you would be at the wedding she criedTo wait on the squire and to give him his brideOh no said the farmer Ill take a sword in my handBy honor Id gain her whenever she commandAnd the lady was pleased when she heard him so boldAnd she gave him a glove that was made out of goldAnd she told him that she found it (as? ) she was coming alongAs she went out a-hunting with her dog and her gunAnd this lady went home with a heart full of loveAnd she gave out a notice that shed lost her gloveAnd whoever found it and he brings it to meWhoever he is then my husband shall beThe farmer he was pleased when he heard of the newsAnd with a heart full of love to the lady he goesOh lady oh lady Ive picked up your gloveAnd I hope that youll be pleased for to grant me some loveOh its already granted (and? ) I will be your brideFor I love the sweet breath of the farmer she criedIll be mistress of your dairy and Ill milk all your cowsWhile me jolly old farmer goes whistling on his plowAnd its when they got married and they told of the funHow shed gone out a-hunting with her dog and her gun

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John Wesley Harding

The Golden Glove

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