I’m but a poor orphan,
My fortune has been bad,
I’ve a long time been courted by a wagoner’s lad.
He courted me truly by night and by day,
But now he is loaded and a going away.
Your horses are hungry, go give them
Come sit down by me darling as long as
My horses aren’t hungry, nor they wont
eat your hay,
So fare you well darling, I’ve no time to
He mounted his horses and away he
and left the poor girl weeping on New River
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