This is the merry marriage time— Sing, ho, the wedding ditty! And yet it but reminds me I'm Unwed—is't more the pity? I used to be a gay gallant, With sweethearts fair and many; But now, if I would wed I can't, For loves I have n't any. This is the mating month of June— Sing, hi, the bridal carol! For down the aisle the bride will soon Appear in white apparel; The spirit of the sweet wild rose Will keep her cheeks in flower; Her pulse will romp for joy—it knows The Business of the Hour. Sing, ho, sing, hi, the time is come When wedding-bells will jingle! A host will laugh and dance, and some Their smiles and tears will mingle. Fair maid, brave youth, 'tis summer now, But as you stand together, Hands clasped, pray that your marriage vow May last through wintry weather. |