Song | Wagoner's Lad |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Rare, Live & Classic |
作词 : Baez, Traditional | |
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind | |
She's always controlled, she's always confined | |
Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife | |
A slave to her husband the rest of her life | |
Oh, i'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad | |
i've always been courted by the wagoner's lad | |
He's courted me daily, by night and by day | |
But now he is packing and moving away | |
My parents don't like him because he is poor | |
They say he's not worthy of entering my door | |
He works for a living, his money's his own | |
And if they don't like it they can leave him alone | |
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay | |
Then sit down beside me as long as you may | |
My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay | |
Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way | |
Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend | |
Then sit down beside me as long as you can | |
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand | |
Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand |
zuò cí : Baez, Traditional | |
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind | |
She' s always controlled, she' s always confined | |
Controlled by her parents untill she' s a wife | |
A slave to her husband the rest of her life | |
Oh, i' m just a poor girl my fortune is sad | |
i' ve always been courted by the wagoner' s lad | |
He' s courted me daily, by night and by day | |
But now he is packing and moving away | |
My parents don' t like him because he is poor | |
They say he' s not worthy of entering my door | |
He works for a living, his money' s his own | |
And if they don' t like it they can leave him alone | |
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay | |
Then sit down beside me as long as you may | |
My horses aint hungry, they won' t eat your hay | |
Then fare thee well darlin i' ll be on my way | |
Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend | |
Then sit down beside me as long as you can | |
My wagon is greasy, my whip' s in my hand | |
Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand |