A Wedding

Oh, Freddie on the fiddle
And I on the piano
With others in the middle
A-drinking champiano.
We’ll make the echoes ring
And cares away will fling,
For this is the wedding of
Of Tom and Ivy fair.

Oh, Jolly he was tipsy
In fact was three parts drunk;
And Helen his dark gypsy
In apathy was sunk.
But all must shout and sing
For Ivy’s got Tom’s ring,
And this is the wedding
Of Tom and Ivy fair.

Oh, sisters on the sofa,
And ornaments on the shelf;
‘Tis time the party was over
It’s almost half-past twelve.
But just a final fling,
Ere we our hammocks sling,
For this is the wedding
Of Tom and Ivy fair.

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