An old rebel bard bemoans a life wasted in making song.
Irish Scottish Celtic Rock Blues original Songs in a Stage show of Comedy Fun and Diversion from Life with Love Beer Drink and Spirit
Rollickin' Irish Stage Show
Lyrics
Bachelor’s Lament Traditional, adapted by W. Scott Messer
“Waitin’ for a Ride”, Darby O’Gill, 1996
Oh, what can I say of a playboy’s behavior
Have I not courted all over the place
Coaxin’, cajolin’, extortin’ the ladies
Increasin’ their love with the strength of my kiss
And practicin’ plainly my versification
To lead the young girls from their duties at home
By which they were led into sad situations
The clergy declared they had best leave alone
Oh, my time of a time has been time sadly wasted
On temblor-men, tipplers and gay maids of score
I’ve sat by a candle and rhymed meself naked
With jeers that I’ve made and great oaths that I swore
And day in, day out, all the wealth of my station
Away upon master musicians I’ve thrown
And what they played to me I heard with elation
Not dreamin’ that they, too, were best left alone
And now it is true, that most furious of features
My creditors all with their warrants have come
And they swear by their souls that they’ll put me in prison
And now I am poor and ill-clad and undone
Not one of those honey-mouthed girls who deceived me
Or robbed me pretending that she was me own
But mocks me with pert and outlandish behavior
To show me too late she was best left alone
And now darkness assails me as old age draws nigh me
And I have not wealth, nor good clothes, nor red gold
I’m wakened each morning by tremblings and achings
My songs are no more the delight of the bold
Oh, to speak to a girl would be sad consolation
And so I must leave the fine tavern alone
I swear and proclaim, and I make protestation
‘Tis all that I’ve tried that was best left alone
Oh, come all of you high steppin’, milk makin’ heroes
Who long for the ladies and crave for the drink
Be sad by me now, and go cautious and careful
For fear that old age into darkness ye’ll sink
Won’t you leave hesitation and marry a lady
Of prudence and piety, wit and good tone
And leave faction fighting and such recreation
You can take it from me, boys, they’re best left alone
