It's of a young squire in Tamworth we hear

And he courted a nobleman's daughter so fair

And all for to marry her it was his intent

And the friends and relations

They've given their consent

Well a day was appointed

For their wedding day

And the farmer he was

Appointed for to give her away

But as soon as the lady

The farmer she did spy

Well her heart was inflamed

And it's wee she did cry

She turned from the squire

But nothing she said

And instead of getting married

She's took to her bed

Well the thoughts of the farmer

So ran in her mind

That a way for to have him

She quickly did find

Coat waistcoat and trousers

This young girl put on

And she's gone out a-hunting

With her dog and her gun

And she hunted all around

Where the farmer he did dwell

Oh because in her heart

Oh she loved 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

Well I thought you would have been

At the wedding she cried

For to wait on the squire

And to give him his bride

Oh no cried the farmer

I'll take a sword in my hand

By honour I'll gain her

Wherever she commands

Well the lady was pleased

When she heard him so bold

And she gave him a glove

That was made out of gold

And she told him that she found

She was coming along

As she went out a-hunting

With her dog and her gun

Well thus home went this lady

With a heart full of love

And she gave out a notice

That she lost her glove

And Whoever he

Who finds it and brings it to me

Well whoever he is

Then my husband shall be

Well the farmer was pleased

When he heard of the news

And with a heart full of love

To the lady he goes

Oh lady

Oh lady

I've picked up your glove

And I hope that you'll be pleased for

To grant me some love

Well it's already granted

I will be your bride

For I love the sweet breath of the

Farmer she cried

I'll be mistress of your dairy

And I'll milk all your cows

While my jolly old farmer

Goes whistling on his plough

And it's when they got married

And they told of the fun

How she'd gone out a-hunting

With her dog and her gun