The Wagoner's Lad

Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind

They're always controlled, they're always confined

Controlled by they're parents until they are wives

Enslaved to their husbands the rest of their lives

Oh, I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad

I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad

He courted me daily, by night and by day

And now he is loaded and going away

Your parents don't like me because I am poor

They say I'm not worthy of entering your door

I work for my living, my money's my own

And if they don't like me they can leave me alone

Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay

Come sit down beside me as long as you stay

My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay

So fare you well, darlin', I'll be on my way

Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend

Come sit down here by me as long as you can

My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand

So fare you well, darlin', no longer to stand