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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.
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.