LYRICS

Wagoner's Lad

Well, all sad is the fortune of all womankind
They're always controlled, they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
And controlled by their husbands for the rest of their lives

Well, 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
So fair you're romancing, I'm going away

Well, your wagon needs greasing your bill yet to pay
Then sit down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fair you're romancing, I've no time to stay

So early in the morning
When he deploys
Well, he left her a weapon
As you fairly well know

But when he returns
She embraces in the joy
And kiss the sweet lips of
Her wagoner's boy

Your parents don't like me because I am poor
They think I'm not worthy to enter your door
I work for my wages, my money's my own
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone

Well, all sad is the fortune of all womankind
They're always controlled, they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
And controlled by their husbands for the rest of their lives

Traditional, adapted and arranged by Derroll Adams

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