But law! the judge was really so excited
He didn’t know just where he was at.
But on he stumbled, and the groom cried out,
“You’re making it fine, so hurry on.”
The bride just flinched and turned her pretty head,
While the judge picked out a dress of lawn.
Our blushing bride had worn a crepe de chene,—
The bride’s maid a lawn did grace,—
But the judge seized on the first he came to there,
And planted a smack on her ruby face.