Buell Kazee The Wagoner's Lad Lyrics

Lord, hard 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 for the rest of their
lives.

I 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.

Your horses are hungry, go 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, darling, I'll be on the 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.