The Wagoners Lad

Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
Theyre always controlled; theyre always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
Ive been a poor girl ; my fortune is sad
Ive always been courted by the Wagoners Lad
He courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away
'Your parents dont like me because I am poor
They say Im not worthy of entering your door
I work for my living; my moneys my own
And if they dont like me, they can leave me alone'
'Your horses are hungry; go feed them some hay
Come sit down here by me as long as you stay'
'My horses aint hungry; they wont eat your hay
So fare you well, darling; Ill be on my way'
'Your wagon needs greasing; your whip is to mend
Come sit down her by me as long as you can'
'My wagon is greasy; my whips in my hand
So fare you well darling, no longer to stand'