CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS. Hail the bride of seventeen summers; In fair phrases Hymn her praises; Lift your song on high, all comers. She rejoices In your voices. Smiling summer beams upon her, Shedding every blessing on her: Maidens greet her ñ Kindly treat her ñ You may all be brides some day!
CHORUS OF BUCKS. Hail the bridegroom who advances, Agitated, Yet elated. He's in easy circumstances, Young and lusty, True and trusty.
ALL. Smiling summer beams upon her, etc.
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