[Ensemble:]
What joy untold to feel at last
That all delay and doubts are past;
Her future lot with him is cast,
His own, her own.
A maiden's feelings who can tell?
Her happiness no pow'r can quell;
I think she's married very well,
I own, I own, I own, I own.
Now send for the parson and send for the ring,
And merrily let the bells chime;
For marriage to start with is not a sad thing,
It only gets gloomy in time.
The lover is ready, the maiden says "Aye,"
She'll make such a beautiful bride!
The knot, though remarkably easy to tie,
Is not quite so lightly untied.
Is not quite so lightly untied.
Is not quite so lightly untied.
Then send for the parson and send for the ring,
And merrily let the bells,
merrily let the bells chime;
For marriage is not a sad thing,
It only gets gloomy in time.
Then let the bells chime;
merrily let the bells chime;
Then let the bells chime;
merrily let the bells chime.