| Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
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| They’re always controlled, they’re always confined
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| Controlled by their parents until they are wives
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| Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
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| I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
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| I’ve always been courted by the wagoner’s lad
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| He’s courted me daily, by night and by day
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| And now he is loaded and going away
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| Your horses are hungry, go feed them on hay
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| Come down by me darling as long as you may
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| My horses aren’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay
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| So fare thee well darling, I’ll be on my way
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| Your parents don’t like me because I am poor
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| They say I’m not worthy of entering your door
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| I work for my living, my money’s my own
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| And if they don’t like me they can leave me alone
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| Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend
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| Come here down beside me as long as you can
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| My wagon is greasy, my whip’s in my hand
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| So fare thee well darling, I’ll no longer stand
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| Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
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| They’re always controlled, they’re always confined
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| Controlled by their parents until they are wives
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| Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives |