| I had entered into a marriage
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| In the summer of my twenty-first year
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| And the bells rang for our wedding
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| Only now do I remember it clear
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| No more a rake and no more a bachelor
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| I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
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| Until her womb start spilling out babies
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| Only then did I reckon my curse
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| First came Isiah with his crinkled little fingers
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| Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
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| Ugly Methanley died on delivery
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| Mercifully taking her mother along
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| What can one do when one is widower
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| Shamefully saddled with three little pests
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| All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
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| So my burden I began to divest
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
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| Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
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| Eziah fought but was easily bested
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| Burned his body for incurring my wrath
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| And that’s how I came your humble narrator
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| To be living so easy and free
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| Expect you think that I should be haunted
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| But it never really bothers me Alright, alright, alright
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| Alright, alright, alright |