What will he do now that he's a man He's sure be settling down If only he'd marry an Irish girl And stay here right in town Now he's living the artist's life And he's taken the poets role And he's fallen for his irish girl And she's captured his heart and soul What will they do when they are wed Caused a poets pay is poor Sleeping at night on a barrel bed And traipsing from door to door I don't know but it troubles me so That they've gone and taken their vows And he's married his Irish girl So they'll have to manage somehow What will they do when the children come As the children surely will How will she cope when he drinks till he's numb To forget his debts and bills She's not much more than a girl herself Now a lover, mother and nurse And he is married to his Irish girl For better or for worse For a handsome man she would be a gift But for him she is a prize With her high complexion and her corn blonde hair And her blue and haunting eyes But now they awake in each others arms And she's the poet's wife And though he may wander from his Irish girl He will love her all his life And though he may wander from his Irish girl He will love her all his life