Lyrics:

Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
Theyre always controlled, theyre 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
Ive always been courted by the wagoners lad
Hes courted me daily, by night and by day
And now he is loaded and going away

Your parents dont like me because I am poor
They say Im not worthy of entering your door
I work for my living, my moneys my own
And if they dont like me they can leave me alone

Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Come sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses aint hungry, they wont eat your hay
So fare thee well darling, Ill be on my way

Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend
Come here down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whips in my hand
So fare thee well darling, Ill no longer stand