What a joyous rite,
to be told tonight
For the eyes that I am loving
wishingwell painted
married the
My poor heart,
you became
two pieces tonight
Come to her health,
come to her health,
come to her health,
my children
And if she doesn't love me,
her heart is different,
come to her health,
my children
Come to her health,
come to her health,
come to her health, my children
