| The heart is the fortune of all women kind
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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 courted my dailey, by night and by day
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| Now his wagon is loaded and he’s going away
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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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| If they don’t like me they can leave me alone
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| Your horses are hungry go feed them some hay
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| Come sit down here by me as long as you stay
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| My horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay
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| So fair thee well darlin. |
| I’ll feed on my way
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| Your wagon needs greasin', you whip is to mend
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| Come sit down here by 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 fair thee well darlin' no longer to stand
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| The heart is the fortune of all women kind
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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 |