Chords for The Wagoner's Lad

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_ _ _ Oh, our heart is the fortune of all men.
_ They're always controlled, they're always confined.
_ Controlled by their parents until they are wise.
Then slaves to their husbands, the rest of _ _ _ _ _ _ the world.
I am a poor girl who my fortune has said.
I've always been courted by the wagoners' lad.
_ He courted me daily, by night and by day.
And now he is loaded and blue. _ _ _ _ _
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Your parents don't like me because I am poor.
They say I'm unworthy _ of entering your door.
_ I work for my living, my money's my own.
So folks who don't like me can leave me alone.
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_ _ _ _ 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 fare thee well, don't let them not be on my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ way. _
Your wagon is greasy, your whip is too heavy. _
Come sit down here by me as long as you can. _
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand.
So fare thee well, don't hurt your stand. _
_ Oh, _ our heart is the fortune of all women.
_ They're always controlled, _ _ they're always confined.
_ Controlled by their parents until they are wise.
And slaves to their husbands, the rest of their lives. _ _ _
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