The Irish Girl

What will he do now that he's a man
He's sure be settling down
If only he'd marry an Irish girl
And stay here right in town

Now he's living the artist's life
And he's taken the poets role
And he's fallen for his irish girl
And she's captured his heart and soul

What will they do when they are wed
Caused a poets pay is poor
Sleeping at night on a barrel bed
And traipsing from door to door

I don't know but it troubles me so
That they've gone and taken their vows
And he's married his Irish girl
So they'll have to manage somehow

What will they do when the children come
As the children surely will
How will she cope when he drinks till he's numb
To forget his debts and bills

She's not much more than a girl herself
Now a lover, mother and nurse
And he is 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 others arms
And she's 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