Wagoner’s Lad The From Buell Kazee Anthology of American Folk Music 
The heart is the fortune of all womankind They’re always controlled, they’re always confined Controlled by their parents until there 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 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 
The Wagoner’s Lad continued 
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, darling, 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, darling, no longer to stand 
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