At length the young farmer came into the field;
And to discourse with him it was her intent,
With her dog and her gun to meet him she went.
"I thought you had been at the wedding," she cried,
"To wait on the squire, and give him his bride."
"No, sir," said the farmer, "if the truth I may tell,
I'll not give her away, for I love her too well."
"Suppose that the lady should grant you her love,
You know that the squire your rival will prove.''
"Why, then," says the farmer, "I'll take sword