Don’t get married, girls    (video)

 

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1. Don't get married girls, you'll sign away your life,

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    you may start off as a woman, but you'll end up as the wife.

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    You could be a vestal virgin, take the veil and be a nun,

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    but don't get married girls, for marriage isn't fun.

 

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    Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays a lover's part,

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    you're the roses in his garden, you're the flame that warms his heart.

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    And his love will last forever, and he'll promise you the moon,

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    but just wait until you're wedded and he'll sing a different tune.

 

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    You're his tapioca pudding, you're the dumplings in his stew,

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    but he'll soon begin to wonder what he ever saw in you.

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    Still he takes without complaining all the dishes you provide,

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    but you see he’s got to have his bit of jam tart on the side.

 

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2. So don't get married girls, it's very badly paid,

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    you may start off as the mistress, but you'll end up as the maid.

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    Be a daring deep-sea diver, be a polished polyglot,

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    but don't get married girls, for marriage is a plot.

 

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    Have you seen him in the morning with a face that looks like death ?

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    with dandruff on his pillow and tobacco on his breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    And he needs some reassurance, with his cup of tea in bed,

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    for he’s worried by the mortgage and the bald patch on his head.

 

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    And he's sure that you're his mother, lays his head upon your breast,

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    so you try to boost his ego, iron his shirt and warm his vest.

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    Then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored,

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    and he leaves you there with nothing but the dreams you can't afford.

 

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3. So don't get married, girls, men are all the same,

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    they just use you when they need you, you'd do better on the game.

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    Be a call girl, be a stripper, be a hostess, be a whore,

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    but don't get married girls, for marriage is a bore.

 

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    When he comes home in the evening, he can hardly spare a look,

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    all he says is, "What's for dinner?", after all you're just the cook.

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    But when he takes you to a party, well, he eyes you with a frown,

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    and you know you've got to look your best you mustn't let him down.

 

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    And he'll clutch you with that "Look, what I've got!" twinkle in his eyes,

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    like he's entered for a raffle, and he’s won you for the prize,

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    but when the party's over, you'll be slogging through the sludge,

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    half the time a decoration and the other half a drudge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3. So don't get married, it'll drive you round the bend,

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    it's the lane without a turning, it's the end without an end.

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    Take a lover every Friday, take up tennis, be a nurse,

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    but don't get married girls, for marriage is a curse.

 

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    Then you get him off to work, the mighty hunter is restored,

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   and he leaves you there with nothing, but the dreams you can't afford.

 

    (The Dubliners)