|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
The Wagoner's Lad
2 Sparking is pleasure, Parting is grief,
And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief.
3 A thief will only rob you, Will take what you have, And a false-hearted lover Will take you to the grave.
4 The grave will only decay you, Will turn you to the dust.
There is not one girl out of a hundred A poor boy can trust.
5 They will tell you they love you To give your heart ease,
And as soon as you back up on them They'll court who they please.
6 It's a-raining, it's a-hailing, The moon it gives no light, Your horses can't travel This dark, lonesome night.
7 Go put up your horses, Feed them some hay ;
Come sit down here by me, love, As long as you stay.
8 My horses are not hungry, Won't eat your hay,
So farewell, my little darling, I'll feed on my way.