When first I went a-waggoning, a-wagging did go I filled my parents hearts with grief, with sorrow, care and woe And many are the hardships that I have since gone through
Sing woah, sing woah Drive on, my lads, hi ho Who wouldn't lead a life like we jolly waggoners do?
Now winter is a-coming on, much hardship it will bring We'll jog along our weary way until we reach the inn We'll sit down by the old inn fire with landlord and his kin
Sing woah . . .
Now springtime is a-coming on, how pleasant it will be The songbirds sing so loud and clear from every greenwood tree And every lad will take a lass and jog her on his knee
Sing woah . . .
Now summer is a coming on, we'll pleasure also find We'll make the gold to fly, my boys, like chaff before the wind And then return back home again to wife and children kind
Sing woah . . .
From the singing of Walter Pardon, from 'A World Without Horses' CD (Topic Records).