THE GOLDEN GLOVE
A wealthy young squire of Tam worth, we hear,
He courted a noblemans daughter so fair;
And for to marry her it was his intent,
All friends and relations gave their consent.
The time was appointed for the wedding-day,
A young farmer chosen to give her away;
As soon as the farmer the young lady did spy,
He inflamed her heart; "O, my heart!" she
did cry.