The heart is the fortune of all women kind
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They're always controlled, they're always confined
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Controlled by their parents until they are wives
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Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
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I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad
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I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
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He courted my dailey, by night and by day
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Now his wagon is loaded and he's going away
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Your parents don't like me because I am poor
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They say I'm not worthy of entering your door
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I work for my living, my money's my own
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If they don't like me they can leave me alone
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Your horses are hungry go feed them some hay
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Come sit down here by me as long as you stay
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My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
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So fair thee well darlin. I'll feed on my way
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Your wagon needs greasin', you whip is to mend
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Come sit down here by me as long as you can
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My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
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So fair thee well darlin' no longer to stand
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The heart is the fortune of all women kind
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They're always controlled, they're always confined
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Controlled by their parents until they are wives
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Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives
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Wagoner's Lad
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| Tim O'Brien |
