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File Under: “Ex-Wives, Could Have Been Mine”

by Vanderleun on September 14, 2018

Bless ’em all, bless ’em all, the long and the short and the tall…

The First

The Second

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hooodathunkit September 14, 2018, 4:21 PM

Lindsay was my first love
She was in my class
I would have loved to take her out
But I was too shy to ask
The fullness of my feeling
Was never made clear
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear

Nora was my girl
When I first was in a group
I can still see her to this day
Stirring chicken soup
Now she’s living in Australia
Working for an auctioneer
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear

Deborah broke my heart
And I the willing fool
I fell for her one summer
On the road to Liverpool
I thought it was forever
But it was over within the year (oh dear)
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear

The home I made with Bella
Became a house of pain
We weathered it together
Bound by a ball and chain
It started up in Fife
It ended up in tears
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear

Krista was a rover
From Canada she hailed
We crossed swords in San Francisco
We both lived to tell the tale
I don’t know now where she is
Oh, but if I had her here
I’d give her my love
And a bang on the ear

So my woman of the hearth fire
Harbor of my soul
I watch you lightly sleeping
I sense the dream that does unfold…like gold
You to me are treasure
You to me are dear
So I’ll give you my love
And a bang on the ear

—Mike Scott
The Waterboys 1988

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MarkInKansas September 14, 2018, 6:06 PM

Good short video clips. I’d bet each of those women received a good dose of what they’ve earned.

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Lovey September 14, 2018, 6:11 PM

Aw, that’s sweet! A “bang on the ear” is an Irish term for an affectionate pat or kiss on the cheek or ear. “Fisherman’s Blues” is still my favorite.

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Gordon Scott September 14, 2018, 7:44 PM

I know a lot of Irish lore and phrases. I didn’t know that one!

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Uncle Mikey September 14, 2018, 9:05 PM

I’m not sure this Mike Scott isn’t just some sort of ear pervert

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Jewel September 15, 2018, 2:15 AM

I seriously need glasses. I misread the last line as “a bang on the car.”

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Clayton in Mississippi September 16, 2018, 8:59 PM

No, the lady in black wasn’t “my” first wife — but I think I once dated her mother!

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