The heart is the fortune of all womankind They're always controlled, they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wise Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
I've been a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He courted me daily, by night and by day And now he is loaded and going away
Your parents don't like me because I am poor They say I'm unworthy of entering your door
I work for my living, my money's my own And folks that don't like me can leave me alone
Oh, put up your horses and 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 fare you well, darling, I'll be on my way
Your wagon needs grazing, your whip is to mend Come sit down here by me as long as you can
My wagon needs grazing, my whip's in my hand So fare you well, darling, no longer to stand
My wagon needs grazing, my whip's in my hand So fare you well, darling, I'll be on my way