English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	The Wagoner's Lad 4 My horses are saddled, my whip's in my hand, So fare you well, loving Nancy, I've no time to stand. Your parents don't like me because I am poor, They say I'm not worthy of entering their door. 5 Some day they will rue it, but they will rue it in vain, For love it is a killing, a tormenting pain. I must go and leave you to see you no more. I left her a-weeping on the new river shore. 6 I can love little, or I can love long, I can love an old sweetheart till a new one comes on; I can hug and I can kiss them and prove to them kind, I can turn my back upon them and also my mind. c

	2 I came to his city To stay for a while. I left my dear people A many of a long mile. 3 It's raining, it's hailing, The stars give no light, My horses can't travel This dark lonesome night. 4 Go put up your horses, And feed them some hay; Come sit down beside me As long as you stay. 217