Pete Seeger — Fare You Well Polly Wagoners Land

My horses ain't hungry They won't eat your hay So fare you well Polly I'm going away Your parents don't like me They say I'm too poor They say I'm not worthy To enter your door My parents don't like you You're poor I am told But it's your love I'm wanting Not silver or gold Then come with me Polly We'll ride till we come To some little cabin We'll call it our home Oh, sparking is pleasure And parting is grief And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief They'll hug you, they'll kiss you They'll tell you more lies Than cross-ties on a railroad Or star s in the sky