The Wagoner's Lad

The heart is the fortune of all womankind

They're always controlled, they're always confined

Controlled by their parents until they are wives

Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives

I've been 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 unworthy of entering your door

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

And folks that don't like me can leave me alone

Oh, put up your horses and feed them some hay

Come sit down here by 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 greasin', 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