The Dubliners - Dont get married

D^Amon't get married girl, You'll s^Dign away your ^Amlife You may st^Cart off as a wo^Gman, But you'll e^Fnd up ^Gas the ^Amwife You could ^Ambe a Vestal Virgin, Take the v^Deil and be a ^Amnun But d^Con't get mar^Gried girl, For mar^Fraige isn't ^E7fun Oh it's f^Aine when you're romancing, And he p^Amlays the lovers p^E7art You're the ro^Dses in his ga^Arden, You're the f^Amlame that warms his h^E7eart And his l^Dove will last fore^Aver, And he'll pr^Domise you the m^Aoon But just w^E7ait until you're we^Added, Then he'll s^E7ing a different t^Aune You're his tap^Dioca pud^Ading, You're the dum^Dplings in his s^Atew But he'll so^Don begin to wo^Ander, What he ^Amever saw in y^E7ou Sure he ta^Dkes without compl^Aaining, All the di^Dshes you pr^Aovide For you s^E7ee he's got to h^Aave, His bit of j^E7am tart, On the s^Aide

So ^Amdon't get married girls, It's v^Dery badly p^Amaid You may st^Cart off as the mis^Gtress, But you'll e^Fnd up ^Gas the ^Ammaid Be a da^Amring deep sea diver, Be a pol^Dished po^Amlyglot But d^Con't get mar^Gried girls, For mar^Friage is a p^E7lot Aarh you se^Aen him in the morning, With a f^Amace that looks like d^E7eath With dan^Ddruff on his pi^Allow, And to^Ambacco on his b^E7reath And he ne^Deds some reass^Aurance, With his c^Dup of tea in b^Aed For he's wor^E7ried by the mor^Atgage, And the b^E7ald patch on his h^Aead And he's su^Dre that you're his mo^Ather, Lays his h^Dead upon your br^Aeast So you t^Dry to boost his e^Ago, Iron his s^Amhirt, And warm his v^E7est Then you g^Det him off to w^Aork, The mighty hu^Dnter is res^Atored And he le^E7aves you there with not^Ahing, But the dr^E7eams you can't af^Aford

So d^Amon't get married girls, 'Cause m^Den are all the s^Amame They'll just u^Cse you, When they w^Gant you, You'd do be^Ftter ^Gon the g^Amame Be a c^Amall girl, Be a stripper, Be a hos^Dtess, Be a w^Amhore But d^Con't get mar^Gried girls, For mar^Friage is a b^E7ore When he co^Ames home in the evening, He can h^Amardly spare a l^E7ook All he sa^Dys is ''What's for di^Anner?'', After ^Amall you're just the c^E7ook But when he ta^Dkes you to a pa^Arty, Where he e^Dye's you with a fr^Aown For you k^E7now you've got to l^Aook your best, You m^E7ustn't let him d^Aown And he'll clu^Dtch you with that l^Aook,While 'ere's that tw^Dinkle in his e^Ayes Like he's ent^Dered for a ra^Affle, And he's ^Amwon you for the p^E7rize Ahh but w^Dhen the partys o^Aver, You'll be slo^Dgging through the sl^Audge Half the t^E7ime a decor^Aation, The o^E7ther half, A dr^Audge

So d^Amon't get married, It'll dr^Dive you round the b^Amend It's a l^Cane without a tur^Gning, It's the e^Fnd with^Gout an ^Amend Take a l^Amover every friday, Take up te^Dnnis, Be a n^Amurse But d^Con't get mar^Gried girls, For mar^Friage is a c^E7urse Then you g^Det him off to wo^Ark, The mighty hu^Dnter is res^Atored And he lea^E7ves you there with not^Ahing, But the dr^E7eams you can't af^Aford