Pity the Boy

Pity the boy who marries for money or wealth and position
Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind
Pity the boy who marries for beauty
Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies

Better by far to marry for love
Stay broke for the rest of your days
Than to settle down for the sake of
Ending your rambling ways and they won't end
And thinking about them, your time you will spend

Pity the girl who marries for duty
Believing in time if she works at her heart, it will turn into love
Pity the girl who marries for strength and protection
She'll find in the shade of a great tree nothing can grow

Better by far to marry for love
And stay broke for the rest of your days
Than to settle down for the sake of
Ending the games you have played, they won't end
And thinking about them, your time you will spend

Bless the child that's born of a union, grown out of love
He's richer by far, he's got more than enough
Bless the child who walks in that union, grows in that love
His riches are more than the stars under heaven