Dubliners - Dont get married

D^Emon't get married girl, You'll s^Aign away your ^Emlife You may st^Gart off as a w^Doman, But you'll e^Cnd up ^Das the ^Emwife You could ^Embe a Vestal Virgin, Take the v^Aeil and be a ^Emnun But d^Gon't get mar^Dried girl, For mar^Craige isn't ^B7fun Oh it's f^Eine when you're romancing, And he p^Emlays the lovers p^B7art You're the ro^Ases in his ga^Erden, You're the f^Emlame that warms his h^B7eart And his l^Aove will last fore^Ever, And he'll pr^Aomise you the m^Eoon But just w^B7ait until you're we^Edded, Then he'll s^B7ing a different t^Eune You're his tap^Aioca pud^Eding, You're the dum^Aplings in his s^Etew But he'll so^Aon begin to wo^Ender, What he ^Emever saw in y^B7ou Sure he ta^Akes without compl^Eaining, All the di^Ashes you pr^Eovide For you s^B7ee he's got to h^Eave, His bit of j^B7am tart, On the s^Eide

So ^Emdon't get married girls, It's v^Aery badly p^Emaid You may st^Gart off as the mis^Dtress, But you'll e^Cnd up ^Das the ^Emmaid Be a da^Emring deep sea diver, Be a pol^Aished po^Emlyglot But d^Gon't get mar^Dried girls, For mar^Criage is a p^B7lot Aarh you se^Een him in the morning, With a f^Emace that looks like d^B7eath With dan^Adruff on his pi^Ellow, And to^Embacco on his b^B7reath And he ne^Aeds some reass^Eurance, With his c^Aup of tea in b^Eed For he's wor^B7ried by the mor^Etgage, And the b^B7ald patch on his h^Eead And he's su^Are that you're his mo^Ether, Lays his h^Aead upon your br^Eeast So you t^Ary to boost his e^Ego, Iron his s^Emhirt, And warm his v^B7est Then you g^Aet him off to w^Eork, The mighty hu^Anter is res^Etored And he le^B7aves you there with not^Ehing, But the dr^B7eams you can't af^Eford

So d^Emon't get married girls, 'Cause m^Aen are all the s^Emame They'll just u^Gse you, When they w^Dant you, You'd do be^Ctter ^Don the g^Emame Be a c^Emall girl, Be a stripper, Be a hos^Atess, Be a w^Emhore But d^Gon't get mar^Dried girls, For mar^Criage is a b^B7ore When he co^Emes home in the evening, He can h^Emardly spare a l^B7ook All he sa^Ays is ''What's for di^Enner?'', After ^Emall you're just the c^B7ook But when he ta^Akes you to a pa^Erty, Where he e^Aye's you with a fr^Eown For you k^B7now you've got to l^Eook your best, You m^B7ustn't let him d^Eown And he'll clu^Atch you with that l^Eook,While 'ere's that tw^Ainkle in his e^Eyes Like he's ent^Aered for a ra^Effle, And he's ^Emwon you for the p^B7rize Ahh but w^Ahen the partys o^Ever, You'll be slo^Agging through the sl^Eudge Half the t^B7ime a decor^Eation, The o^B7ther half, A dr^Eudge

So d^Emon't get married, It'll dr^Aive you round the b^Emend It's a l^Gane without a tur^Dning, It's the e^Cnd with^Dout an ^Emend Take a l^Emover every friday, Take up te^Annis, Be a n^Emurse But d^Gon't get mar^Dried girls, For mar^Criage is a c^B7urse Then you g^Aet him off to wo^Erk, The mighty hu^Anter is res^Etored And he lea^B7ves you there with not^Ehing, But the dr^B7eams you can't af^Eford