The Rake’s Song

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