OOOOOh

Why did I fall for a folkie

How could I get it so wrong

There’s no money in bodhrans and banjos

My mother was right all along

My friends talked of red wine and roses

Of romantic weekends in Spain

While I’m stuck in a field close to nowhere

In the cold and the mud and the rain

Oh rue the day rue the day ever I married

Rue the day ever I wed

Rue the day ever I married

I must have been out of my head

My friends talk of white sandy beaches

Sipping cocktails looking over the sea

While I stand for hours and hours

In the queue for the w.c

He told me that he knew Lord Franklin

 I admit talk of Lords turned my head

I even sent him a sympathy card

When someone said Franklin was dead

Oh rue the day rue the day ever I married

Rue the day ever I wed

Rue the day ever I married

I must have been out of my head

I told him my cares and my troubles

He smiled and said he knew what’s best

He said come back to my tent this evening

And I’ll help get some things off your chest

My friends say their fellas wear black tie and tails

For nights at the Liverpool Phil

While I’m in a smokey pub drinking real ale

In a tankard that makes me feel ill

Oh rue the day rue the day ever I married

Rue the day ever I wed

Rue the day ever I married

I must have been out of my head