Darren Hayman & The Short Parliament - Seven Months Married lyrics

Seven months she's been married and all to her grief Seven months she's been married but found no relief 
 Seven months she's been married but still she's a maid Oh she's ruined, she's ruined, she's ruined Oh he comes to her bed almost every night He calls her his treacle, and holds her too tight.
 The love that hangs on him like leaves on a tree,
 Oh she's ruined, she's ruined, she's ruined Oh he brings her fine shoes with straps made of gold 
And we all told her twice that he is too old.
 If she could do it again, she wouldn't do it again Oh she's ruined, she's ruined she's ruined.

 Her father he gave her five acres of land 
Her mother she gave her eight hundred pounds.
 But she will never more for the sake of a man 
Oh she's ruined, she's ruined she's ruined