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The bridegroom comes— Likewise the bride— The maidens are very Elated and merry; They are her chums. To lash their pride Were almost a pity, The pretty committee!

But duty, duty must be done; The rule applies to every one, And painful though that duty be, To shirk the task were fiddle-de-dee!

Enter Chorus of Bridesmaids and Bucks

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— Kindly treat her— You may all be brides some day!

Hail the bridegroom who advances, Agitated, Yet elated. He's in easy circumstances, Young and lusty, True and trusty: