Another Irish tune from back in the day, this song goes
down well at wedding and engagement parties, aaahh wedded bliss,
and The Dubliners givin' away all our secrets.
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'cause I'm fecked off altogether backspacing, backspacing,
backspacing to get the chords in near the right place.
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DON'T GET MARRIED
Em A Em
Don't get married girl, You'll sign away your life
G D C D Em
You may start off as a woman, But you'll end up as the wife
Em A Em
You could be a Vestal Virgin, Take the veil and be a nun
G D C B7
But don't get married girl, For marraige isn't fun
E Em B7
Oh it's fine when you're romancing, And he plays the lovers part
A E Em B7
You're the roses in his garden, You're the flame that warms his heart
A E A E
And his love will last forever, And he'll promise you the moon
B7 E B7 E
But just wait until you're wedded, Then he'll sing a different tune
A E A E
You're his tapioca pudding, You're the dumplings in his stew
A E Em B7
But he'll soon begin to wonder, What he ever saw in you
A E A E
Sure he takes without complaining, All the dishes you provide
B7 E B7 E
For you see he's got to have, His bit of jam tart, On the side
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, It's very badly paid
G D C D Em
You may start off as the mistress, But you'll end up as the maid
Em A Em
Be a daring deep sea diver, Be a polished polyglot
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a plot
E Em B7
Aarh you seen him in the morning, With a face that looks like death
A E Em B7
With dandruff on his pillow, And tobacco on his breath
A E A E
And he needs some reassurance, With his cup of tea in bed
B7 E B7 E
For he's worried by the mortgage, And the bald patch on his head
A E A E
And he's sure that you're his mother, Lays his head upon your breast
A E Em B7
So you try to boost his ego, Iron his shirt, And warm his vest
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
Em A Em
So don't get married girls, 'Cause men are all the same
G D C D Em
They'll just use you, When they want you, You'd do better on the game
Em A Em
Be a call girl, Be a stripper, Be a hostess, Be a whore
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a bore
E Em B7
When he comes home in the evening, He can hardly spare a look
A E Em B7
All he says is ''What's for dinner?'', After all you're just the cook
A E A E
But when he takes you to a party, Where he eye's you with a frown
B7 E B7 E
For you know you've got to look your best, You mustn't let him down
A E A E
And he'll clutch you with that look,While 'ere's that twinkle in his eyes
A E Em B7
Like he's entered for a raffle, And he's won you for the prize
A E A E
Ahh but when the partys over, You'll be slogging through the sludge
B7 E B7 E
Half the time a decoration, The other half, A drudge
Em A Em
So don't get married, It'll drive you round the bend
G D C D Em
It's a lane without a turning, It's the end without an end
Em A Em
Take a lover every friday, Take up tennis, Be a nurse
G D C B7
But don't get married girls, For marriage is a curse
A E A E
Then you get him off to work, The mighty hunter is restored
B7 E B7 E
And he leaves you there with nothing, But the dreams you can't afford
