Whoever he is, he my husband shall be."
The farmer was pleased when he heard of the
news,
With heart full of joy to the lady he goes:
"Dear, honoured lady, I've picked up your glove,
And hope you'll be pleased to grant me your love."
"It's already granted, I will be your bride;
I love the sweet breath of a farmer," she cried.
"I'll be mistress of my dairy, and milking my cow,
While my jolly brisk farmer is whistling at plough."