| Lyrics: | WAGONER'S LAD
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
They're always controlled,
they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they're a bride
Then slaves to
their husbands the rest of their lives
Oh I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
I have
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 may
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your
hay
So fare thee well, darling, I'll be on my way
Your wagon needs greasing, your
whip's for 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 thee well, darling, no longer to stand
@pioneer @love
@transportation @animal
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