Oh hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled she's always confined
Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife
A slave to her husband the rest of her life
Oh I'm just 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 rocking and going away
Oh My parents don't like him because he is poor
They say he's not worthy of entering my door
He works for a living his money's his own
And if they don't like it they can leave him alone
Oh 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 fare thee well darlin I'll be on my way
Oh your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend
Then sit down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy my whip's in my hand
Then fare thee well darlin no longer to stand
Wagoner's Lad - Joan Baez