POOR MARRIED MAN
(Traditional Folk Song - USA)
You may talk of the joys of the sweet honeymoon
I'll agree that they're nice while they last
But in most every case they are over too soon
And are counted as things of the past
The troubles and trials are sure to begin
Tho' you may do all that you can
You will wish you were out of the clatter and din
That follows the poor married man
With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss
And his face all haggard and wan
You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes
That he is a poor married man
He goes to his bed with his poor tired head
And he sleeps on the edge of the rail
The colic and the croup make him junp up and whoop
Like a dog with a can to his tail
He must walk, he must talk, he must sing
He must run for the water and fan
He must bounce, he must leap and do without sleep
If he's a poor married man
With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss
And his face all haggard and wan
You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes
That he is a poor married man
He tries to be gay as he goes on his way
Forgetting his worry and care
And he whistles it down as he goes through the town
Tho' his heart may be filled with dispair
His very last cent must be paid out for rent.
And at home there is Molly and Dan
Both crying for shoes and it gives him the blues
To think he's a poor married man
With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss
And his face all haggard and wan
You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes
That he is a poor married man
>From his mother-in-law he gets nothing but jaw
No matter how hard he may try
To keep her in trim, oft she'll light onto him
And all of his wishes defy
He's a fool, he's a brute, and he never can suit
Tho' he does just the best that he can
He'd be better off dead, for it then could be said
"He's at rest now, the poor married man"
With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss
And his face all haggard and wan
You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes
That he is a poor married man
(Contributed by Mel - August 2008)