I had entered into a marriage
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In the summer of my twenty-first year
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And the bells rang for our wedding
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Only now do I remember it clear
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Alright, alright, alright
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No more a rake and no more a bachelor
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I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
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Until her womb started spilling out babies
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Only then did I reckon my curse
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Alright, alright, alright
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Alright, alright, alright
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First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
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Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
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Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
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Mercifully taking her mother along
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Alright, alright, alright
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What can one do when one is a widower
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Shamefully saddled with three little pests?
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All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
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So my burden I began to divest
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Alright, alright, alright
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Alright, alright, alright
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Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
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Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
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Isaiah fought but was easily bested
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Burned his body for incurring my wrath
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Alright, alright, alright
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And that's how I came your humble narrator
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To be living so easy and free
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Expect that you think that I should be haunted
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But it never really bothers me
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Alright, alright, alright
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Alright, alright, alright
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The Rake's Song
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| The Decemberists |
