Wintergreen Wagoner's Lad lyrics

Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman 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

Oh, 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

Oh, 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


Oh, your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Then sit down here by me as long as you may
My horses aint 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 here by me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand