Congratulate me, dearest friends,
Pray do, and wish me joy,
This is my wedding morning
And I feel just like a boy;
I'd jump from off the monument,
I feel so light and gay,
I never knew how nice it was
To have a wedding day.

Chorus: Oh, I what a joyful day, I'm happy as a king,
I'm merry as a cricket, I could dance and I could sing,
For I have got a wife, a darling little wife,
Of all the days I think this is the happiest of my life'.

She's a daughter of old Walker,
And they keep a little pub
No more she'll pull the Stout and Mild
For now she's Mrs. Grubb;
I've half a mind to call her in,
Lor, that would be a spree,
I'm certain if you saw her
You'd wish that you were me.


I took her in a carriage
And I drove her to the church,
When I saw her in her wedding dress
It knocked me off my perch;
She nearly drove me silly,
For she's such a blooming bride,
I feel just like the Prince of Wales
When seated by her side.


I think its time to go,
And so I'll say good afternoon,
We're going out of town, of course,
To spend our honeymoon.
So ta-ta every one of you,
Be as good as you can,
Oh, what a jolly thing it is
To be a married man.

Spoken - What a day we've had, when the clergyman came to that part, where he
asks, 'if she'll take this man' etc. she said, "Yes" before he could finish his speech. I knew I should laugh and I did. Then I couldn't find the ring; Lor, I was in a state, but I got it at last, it had gone through a hole in my waistcoat pocket, and was right down in a corner of the lining.
Betsy Sprot was her bridesmaid and Jack Spriggins my best man, - "What a happy day we've had. Were going out of town to spend the honeymoon, I know I shall laugh.
We had a wedding breakfast, ye know; Jack drank the health of Mr. and Mrs. Grub, and hoped, some day, to see a lot of little Grubs round the table, grubbin.
Some people say, Its nice to be a father, fancy me a father, I know I shall Iaugh.
Then I returned thanks on behalf of my wife and I, I said, Of course I thanked Jack, and all of 'em for their good wishes, and I said, I knew she'd make a good wife, because I, I knew it, At any rate, she makes a splendid crust to pies, not that that has anything to do with it. But ye know, every little helps, as the old woman said.
My wife's upstairs, putting on her travelling things, and my friends are all waiting with a pile of old boots and shoes, to throw at us when we drive away. I know I shall laugh. I dont care, I shall always remember this day, And never forget with what delight I cried,


Written and composed by Arthur Lloyd - 1876
Performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840 - 1904)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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