The Irish Girl

What will he do now that he's a man?

He should be settling down

If only he'd marry a local girl

And stay right here in town

But now he's living the artist's life

And he's taken the poet's role

And he has fallen for his Irish girl

For she's captured his heart and soul

What will they do when they are wed?

'Cause a poet's pay is poor

Sleeping all night on an old barn bed

And trespassing from door to door

I don't know but it troubles me so

But they've gone and taken their vows

He's married to his Irish girl

So they'll have to manage somehow

What will they do when the children come?

And the children surely will

How will she cope till he drinks till he's numb

To forget his debts and bills?

She's not much more than a girl herself

Now a mother, lover and nurse

And he's married to his Irish girl

For better or for worse

For a handsome man she would be a gift

But for him she is a prize

With her high complexion and her corn blonde hair

And her blue and haunting eyes

But now they awake in each other's arms

And she is the poet's wife

And though he may wander from his Irish girl

He will love her all his life

And though he may wander from his Irish girl

He will love her all his life