Wagoner's Lad

Oh hard is the fortune of all woman kind

She's always controlled she's always confined

Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife

A slave to her husband the rest of her life

Oh I'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad

I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad

He's courted me daily by night and by day

But now he is packing and moving away

Oh My parents don't like him

Because he is poor

They say he's not worthy of entering my door

He works for a living his money's his own

And if they don't like it

They can leave him alone

Oh Your horses are hungry

Go feed them some hay

Then sit down beside me as long as you may

My horses ain't hungry they won't eat your hay

Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way

Oh your wagon needs greasing your whip is

To mend

Then sit down beside me as long as you can

My wagon is greasy my whip's in my hand

Then fare thee well darlin no longer to stand

Wagoner's Lad - Joan Baez