Wagoner`s Lad — текст песни (Tim O`Brien)

The heart is the fortune of all women kind
They`re always controlled, they`re always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives

I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
I`ve always been courted by the wagoner`s lad
He courted my dailey, by night and by day
Now his wagon is loaded and he`s 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
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 fair thee well darlin. I`ll feed on my way

Your wagon needs greasin`, you 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 fair thee well darlin` no longer to stand

The heart is the fortune of all women kind
They`re always controlled, they`re always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives