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The heart is the fortune of all women 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 I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He courted my dailey, by night and by day Now his wagon is loaded and he's going away 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 If they don't like me they can leave me alone Your horses are hungry go 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 fair thee well darlin. I'll feed on my way Your wagon needs greasin', you whip is to mend Come sit down here by me as long as you can My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand So fair thee well darlin' no longer to stand The heart is the fortune of all women 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 From Letras Mania