The Waggoner’s Lad The Journeymen

[Chorus]
Pullin' away
Pullin’ away
His wagons are loaded
He's pullin' away

[Verse 1]
Hard luck is the fortune of all womenkind
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

[Verse 2]
I know a poor girl, and her story is sad
She oft times was courted by the waggoner's lad
He courted her truly by night and by day
Now, his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away

[Chorus]
Pullin' away
Pullin' away
His wagons are loaded
He's pullin’ away

[Verse 3]
"Your parents don’t like mе, they say I'm too poor
They say I’m not worthy of entеrin' your door
I earn my own livin', all my money's my own
And them that don’t like it can leave me alone"