Don’t get married, girls
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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)