Dubliners - Dont Get Married

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 .
i really have to find another font to use ,
’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