Push the trombone in an’ oot;
Tickle the strings of your mandolin;
Howl yer joy an’ crack the grin;
Salute the Stars, the Sun, an’ Moon—
Our own Madge will marry soon.
Clang the cymbals, twang the harp;
Blow the bazoo loud and sharp;
Finger the strings of the wailing cello;
Make welkin ring with joyous bellow;
Ring out wild bells your merry tune—