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.