The Decemberists - The Rake's Song lyrics

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 Isaiah 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
Isaiah 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 that you'd think that
I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me

Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright