Chords for The Dubliners Dont Get Married
Tempo:
95.25 bpm
Chords used:
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A
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G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [Em] Don't get married, [A] girls, you'll sign [Em] away your life.
[G] You may start off [D] as a woman, but you'll end up [Em] as the wife.
You could be a vestal virgin, [A] take the veil and be a [G] nun.
But don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] isn't fun.
[E] Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays the [B] lover's part.
[A] You're the roses in [E] his garden, you're the flame that [B] warms his heart.
[A] And his love will last [E] forever and [A] he'll promise you [E] the moon.
But just wait until you're wedded, then [B] he'll sing a different [E] tune.
You're [A] his [E] tapioca pudding, [A] you're the dumplings [E] in his stew.
[A] But he'll soon [E] begin to wonder what he ever [B] saw in you.
[A] Still he takes without [E] complaining all [A] the dishes you [E] provide.
For [B] you see, he's got [E] to have his bit [B] of jam tart on [E] the side.
So don't get married, girls, [A] it's very badly [Em] paid.
You [G] may start off as the mistress, but you'll end [Em] up as the maid.
Be a daring deep-sea diver, [A] be a polished [Em] polyglot.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a plot.
[E] Have you seen him in the morning with a face that [B] looks like death?
[A] With dandruff [E] on his pillow and tobacco [B] on his breath.
[A] And he needs some [E]
reassurance [A] with his cup of tea [E] in bed.
[B] For he's worried by [E] the mortgage and [B] the ball patch on [E] his head.
[A] And he's sure [E] that you're his mother [A] lays his head [E] upon your breast.
[A] So you try to [E] boost his ego, iron his shirt and [B] warm his vest.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
[B] And he leaves you there [E] with nothing but [B] the dreams you [Em] can't afford.
So don't get married, [A] girls, men are all [Em] the same.
They [G] just use you [D] when they need you, you do better on [Em] the game.
Be a call girl, be a stripper, be [A] a [Em] hostess, be a [G] whore.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a bore.
[E] When he comes home in the evening, he can hardly [B] spare a look.
[A] All he says is, [E] what's for dinner?
After all, you're just [B] the cook.
But [A] when he takes you to [E] a party, well, [A] he eyes you with [E] a [B] frown.
For you know [E] you've got to look your [B] best, you mustn't let him [A] down.
Then he'll clutch you [E] with that look, what [A] I've got twinkle [E] in his eyes.
[A] Like he's entered [E] for a raffle and he's won you for [B] the prize.
But [A] when the [E] party's over, you'll [A] be slogging through the [E] sludge.
[B] Half the time [E] a decoration [B] and the other [E] half a drudge.
So don't get married, [A] it'll drive you round the bend.
[G] It's the lane without [D] a turning, it's the end without [E] an end.
Take a lover every Friday, take [A] up tennis, be [G] a nurse.
But don't get [D] married, girls, [C] for marriage [B] is a curse.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
And he [B] leaves you [E] there with nothing but [B] the dreams you can't afford.
[G] You may start off [D] as a woman, but you'll end up [Em] as the wife.
You could be a vestal virgin, [A] take the veil and be a [G] nun.
But don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] isn't fun.
[E] Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays the [B] lover's part.
[A] You're the roses in [E] his garden, you're the flame that [B] warms his heart.
[A] And his love will last [E] forever and [A] he'll promise you [E] the moon.
But just wait until you're wedded, then [B] he'll sing a different [E] tune.
You're [A] his [E] tapioca pudding, [A] you're the dumplings [E] in his stew.
[A] But he'll soon [E] begin to wonder what he ever [B] saw in you.
[A] Still he takes without [E] complaining all [A] the dishes you [E] provide.
For [B] you see, he's got [E] to have his bit [B] of jam tart on [E] the side.
So don't get married, girls, [A] it's very badly [Em] paid.
You [G] may start off as the mistress, but you'll end [Em] up as the maid.
Be a daring deep-sea diver, [A] be a polished [Em] polyglot.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a plot.
[E] Have you seen him in the morning with a face that [B] looks like death?
[A] With dandruff [E] on his pillow and tobacco [B] on his breath.
[A] And he needs some [E]
reassurance [A] with his cup of tea [E] in bed.
[B] For he's worried by [E] the mortgage and [B] the ball patch on [E] his head.
[A] And he's sure [E] that you're his mother [A] lays his head [E] upon your breast.
[A] So you try to [E] boost his ego, iron his shirt and [B] warm his vest.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
[B] And he leaves you there [E] with nothing but [B] the dreams you [Em] can't afford.
So don't get married, [A] girls, men are all [Em] the same.
They [G] just use you [D] when they need you, you do better on [Em] the game.
Be a call girl, be a stripper, be [A] a [Em] hostess, be a [G] whore.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a bore.
[E] When he comes home in the evening, he can hardly [B] spare a look.
[A] All he says is, [E] what's for dinner?
After all, you're just [B] the cook.
But [A] when he takes you to [E] a party, well, [A] he eyes you with [E] a [B] frown.
For you know [E] you've got to look your [B] best, you mustn't let him [A] down.
Then he'll clutch you [E] with that look, what [A] I've got twinkle [E] in his eyes.
[A] Like he's entered [E] for a raffle and he's won you for [B] the prize.
But [A] when the [E] party's over, you'll [A] be slogging through the [E] sludge.
[B] Half the time [E] a decoration [B] and the other [E] half a drudge.
So don't get married, [A] it'll drive you round the bend.
[G] It's the lane without [D] a turning, it's the end without [E] an end.
Take a lover every Friday, take [A] up tennis, be [G] a nurse.
But don't get [D] married, girls, [C] for marriage [B] is a curse.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
And he [B] leaves you [E] there with nothing but [B] the dreams you can't afford.
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[N] _ _ [Em] Don't get married, [A] girls, you'll sign [Em] away your life.
[G] You may start off [D] as a woman, but you'll end up [Em] as the wife.
You could be a vestal virgin, [A] take the veil and be a [G] nun.
But don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] isn't fun.
_ [E] Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays the [B] lover's part.
[A] You're the roses in [E] his garden, you're the flame that [B] warms his heart.
[A] And his love will last [E] forever and [A] he'll promise you [E] the moon.
But just wait until you're wedded, then [B] he'll sing a different [E] tune.
You're [A] his [E] tapioca pudding, [A] you're the dumplings [E] in his stew.
[A] But he'll soon [E] begin to wonder what he ever [B] saw in you.
[A] Still he takes without [E] complaining all [A] the dishes you [E] provide.
For [B] you see, he's got [E] to have his bit [B] of jam tart on [E] the side.
So don't get married, girls, [A] it's very badly [Em] paid.
You [G] may start off as the mistress, but you'll end [Em] up as the maid.
Be a daring deep-sea diver, [A] be a polished [Em] polyglot.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a plot.
_ [E] Have you seen him in the morning with a face that [B] looks like death?
[A] With dandruff [E] on his pillow and tobacco [B] on his breath.
[A] And he needs some [E]
reassurance [A] with his cup of tea [E] in bed.
[B] For he's worried by [E] the mortgage and [B] the ball patch on [E] his head.
[A] And he's sure [E] that you're his mother [A] lays his head [E] upon your breast.
[A] So you try to [E] boost his ego, iron his shirt and [B] warm his vest.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
[B] And he leaves you there [E] with nothing but [B] the dreams you [Em] can't afford.
So don't get married, [A] girls, men are all [Em] the same.
They [G] just use you [D] when they need you, you do better on [Em] the game.
Be a call girl, be a stripper, be [A] a [Em] hostess, be a [G] whore.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a bore.
_ [E] When he comes home in the evening, he can hardly [B] spare a look.
[A] All he says is, [E] what's for dinner?
After all, you're just [B] the cook.
But [A] when he takes you to [E] a party, well, [A] he eyes you with [E] a [B] frown.
For you know [E] you've got to look your [B] best, you mustn't let him [A] down.
Then he'll clutch you [E] with that look, what [A] I've got twinkle [E] in his eyes.
[A] Like he's entered [E] for a raffle and he's won you for [B] the prize.
But [A] when the [E] party's over, you'll [A] be slogging through the [E] sludge.
[B] Half the time [E] a decoration [B] and the other [E] half a drudge.
So don't get married, [A] it'll drive you round the bend.
[G] It's the lane without [D] a turning, it's the end without [E] an end.
Take a lover every Friday, take [A] up tennis, be [G] a nurse.
But don't get [D] married, girls, [C] for marriage [B] is a curse.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
And he [B] leaves you [E] there with nothing but [B] the dreams you can't afford.
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[G] You may start off [D] as a woman, but you'll end up [Em] as the wife.
You could be a vestal virgin, [A] take the veil and be a [G] nun.
But don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] isn't fun.
_ [E] Oh, it's fine when you're romancing and he plays the [B] lover's part.
[A] You're the roses in [E] his garden, you're the flame that [B] warms his heart.
[A] And his love will last [E] forever and [A] he'll promise you [E] the moon.
But just wait until you're wedded, then [B] he'll sing a different [E] tune.
You're [A] his [E] tapioca pudding, [A] you're the dumplings [E] in his stew.
[A] But he'll soon [E] begin to wonder what he ever [B] saw in you.
[A] Still he takes without [E] complaining all [A] the dishes you [E] provide.
For [B] you see, he's got [E] to have his bit [B] of jam tart on [E] the side.
So don't get married, girls, [A] it's very badly [Em] paid.
You [G] may start off as the mistress, but you'll end [Em] up as the maid.
Be a daring deep-sea diver, [A] be a polished [Em] polyglot.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a plot.
_ [E] Have you seen him in the morning with a face that [B] looks like death?
[A] With dandruff [E] on his pillow and tobacco [B] on his breath.
[A] And he needs some [E]
reassurance [A] with his cup of tea [E] in bed.
[B] For he's worried by [E] the mortgage and [B] the ball patch on [E] his head.
[A] And he's sure [E] that you're his mother [A] lays his head [E] upon your breast.
[A] So you try to [E] boost his ego, iron his shirt and [B] warm his vest.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
[B] And he leaves you there [E] with nothing but [B] the dreams you [Em] can't afford.
So don't get married, [A] girls, men are all [Em] the same.
They [G] just use you [D] when they need you, you do better on [Em] the game.
Be a call girl, be a stripper, be [A] a [Em] hostess, be a [G] whore.
But [D] don't get married, [C] girls, for marriage [B] is a bore.
_ [E] When he comes home in the evening, he can hardly [B] spare a look.
[A] All he says is, [E] what's for dinner?
After all, you're just [B] the cook.
But [A] when he takes you to [E] a party, well, [A] he eyes you with [E] a [B] frown.
For you know [E] you've got to look your [B] best, you mustn't let him [A] down.
Then he'll clutch you [E] with that look, what [A] I've got twinkle [E] in his eyes.
[A] Like he's entered [E] for a raffle and he's won you for [B] the prize.
But [A] when the [E] party's over, you'll [A] be slogging through the [E] sludge.
[B] Half the time [E] a decoration [B] and the other [E] half a drudge.
So don't get married, [A] it'll drive you round the bend.
[G] It's the lane without [D] a turning, it's the end without [E] an end.
Take a lover every Friday, take [A] up tennis, be [G] a nurse.
But don't get [D] married, girls, [C] for marriage [B] is a curse.
[A] Then you get him [E] off to work, the [A] mighty hunter [E] is restored.
And he [B] leaves you [E] there with nothing but [B] the dreams you can't afford.
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