"A NEW SONG- NO 38"

A Wealthy young squire of Fammoth we have
He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair
And for to marry her daughter it was his intent
All friends and relations had given their consent

The time was appointed for the wedding day
A young Farmer was chosen the Father to be
As soon as the Lady the farmer did spy
It inflamed her heart O my heart she did cry

She went from the Squire and nothing she said
Instead of being married she went to her bed
The thoughts of the farmer still in her mind
And a way for to have him she soon did find

Coat waistcoat and breeches she then did put on
And a hunting she went with her dog and gun
She hunted all around where the Farmer did dwell
Because in her heart O she loved him full well

She oftentimes fir'd but nothing she kill'd
At length the young Farmer came into the field
And for to discourse him it was her intent
With her dog and her gun for to meet him she went

I thought you had been at the wedding she cry'd
To wait on the Squire and give him his bride
O no says the Farmer if the truth I must tell
I'll not give her away for I love her too well

Suppose that the Lady should grant you her love
Don't you think the young Squire your rival would prove
O no says the Farmer I'll take the sword in hand
By honor I'll gain her my life is at command

The lady was pleased to hear him so bold
She gave him a glove that was flowered with gold
She told him she found it coming along
As she was hunting with her dog and gun

The Lady went home with her heart full of love
She gave out a sign that she had lost a glove
That man who had found it and brings it to me
That man I will love and his bride I will be

It pleased the farmer to hear of the news
With a heart full of love to the lady he goes
Dear honoured lady I have pick'd up your glove
If you will be pleased to grant me your love

It is already granted the Lady replies
I love the sweet breath of a farmer she cries
I'll be mistress of dairy a milking the cows
Whilst Jolly Young Farmer goes wristleing the plow

Now when she was married she told of the fun
How she hunted the farmer with dog and gun
And now I have got him so safe in a snare
I'll enjoy him forever I vow and declare

Forton Prison Sept. 4th

Source:
George G. Carey, ed., A Sailor's Songbag: An American Rebel in an English Prison, 1777-1779 (Amherst: University of Massachusetts Press, 1776), 107-108.

And here is Dog, Gun, and Glove from the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection, sung by Raymond Sanders, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 12, 1970.