The Bachelor's Warning - Celtic Thunder

Come hither me boys, well, I’ll make some old noise

And I’ll tell you of stories would provoke you to ponder

Your station in life, should you e’er take a wife

Who would cause naught but strife and pull all joys asunder

The boys of the Nation, with great trepidation

Do swear that they ne’er will consent to be throthed.,

But when out cavorting, imbibing, and courting

Their senses all dulled, they renege on their oath

For the face of a blackguard may look worn and haggard

But full is his soul as he tears on the spree

He has no distraction to give satisfaction

It’s happy he is to live single and free

At each wedding feast, as they call in the priest

To invoke marriage blessings, the boys wonder in silence

If God will allow this poor man take a vow

To surrender his will and be doomed to compliance

For many’s the bachelor gets into a match

For the glories of love and connubial bliss

Too late to discover his wife’s not his lover

And he wishes his Missus was still just a Miss

There was young Packy Hayes, all singin' the praise

Of the wee lass who’s father was cursed with the naggin'

We knew if he married himself would be harried

His songs now lament that his spirits are draggin'

For the new Mrs. Hayes had a mouth full of nays

That she learned from her mother, a creature displeasin'

Their schemes and their plots tied Packy in knots

They’d prevent peace from pleasin' his soul any season

So young men take care if a wedding you dare

Pick a girl that was raised to take great joy in life

The woman you wed should delight in your bed

And not stand on your hand like poor Packy’s wife

And you old ones take warning, lest you be left mourning

That no man will wed or take your daughter’s hand

If you will impart the goodwill of your heart

It’s of peace and contentment you’ll have full command