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I am a poor girl
d C d
(Oh), I am a poor gril, my fortune is sad,
C a
I've always be courted by the wagoneer's lad.
d C d
He's courted me daily, by night and also by day.
C d
And now he is loaded and going away.
C F C d C d
Your parents don't like me, just because I'm poor.
C a
They say that I'm not worthy of entering your door.
d C d
Oh, but I can work for my living and money's on my own
C d
And if they don't like me, they can leave me, here all alone.
Oh, but your horses are hungry, go fees them some hay,
come sit you down here by my side as long as you stay.
Oh, but my horses they are not hungry, and they won't need your hay.
So fare ye well, my darling no longer to stay.
Oh, your wagon is freezing, your whip is to mend.
come sit you down here by my side as long as you stand.
Oh, my wagon does not be freezing and the whip's in my hand
So fare ye well, my darling, no longer to stand.