Used to sing a version inspired bt The Journeymen, sort of like this...

The Wagoner’s Lad (D)

                      D               G                              D
(unison) Hard luck is the fortune of all womankind,
                                          F#m                           Em A
They’re always controlled, they’re always confined,
                               D         F#m                  Em    A
Controlled by their parents until they are wives,
         D                     G                                     A
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives.

(harmony) I know a poor girl and her story is sad,
She oft-times was courted, by the Wagoner’s lad,
He courted her truly, by night and by day,
Now his wagons are loaded he’s pullin’ away,

       D             Gm   D             Gm
Pullin’ a-way, pullin’ a-way,
       D                G                A (Em)    D (D-G-D)
His wagons are loaded he’s pullin’ a-way.

“Well, your parents don’t like me, they say I’m too poor,
They say I’m unworthy of ent’ring your door,
I earn my own living, my money’s my own,
And them that don’t like me can leave me alone.”

He got in his wagon, his whip in his hand,
“Come sit here beside me, for as long as you can.”
“I can’t sit beside you, I can’t leave my home,”
“Then fare-thee-well, darling, I’m riding alone.”