And swift love’s feet,
When a lad and a winsome lassie meet!
Robby and Ruth in the church were wed,
Ere the orchard apples began to fall;
“Till death shall part,” were the words they said,
And love’s pure sunlight hallowed all.
Ah! never a bride more sweet and fair
Wore orange-blooms in her sunny hair!
The maiden sung,
And the joy-bells rung