Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
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's courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away
Your horses are hungry, go feed them on hay
Come down by me darling as long as you may
My horses aren't hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare thee well darling, I'll be on my way
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
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend
Come here down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fare thee well darling, I'll no longer stand
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
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
