Pity the boy who marries for money
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Or wealth and position
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Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind.
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Pity the boy who marries for beauty
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Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies.
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Better by far to marry for love,
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Stay broke for the rest of your days
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Than to settle down for the sake of
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Ending your rambling ways
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And they won't end
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And thinking about them
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Your time you will spend.
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Pity the girl who marries for duty
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Believing in time if she works at her heart
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It will turn into love.
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Pity the girl who marries for strength
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And protection, she'll find
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In the shade of a great tree nothing can grow.
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Better by far to marry for love
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And stay broke for the rest of your days
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Than to settle down for the sake of
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Ending the games you have played
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They won't end
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And thinking about them
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Your time you will spend.
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Bless the child that's born of a union
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Grown out of love
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He's richer by far, he's got more than enough
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Bless the child who walks in that union
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Grows in that love
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His riches are more than the stars under heaven.
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Pity the Boy
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| Ralph McTell |
