A precious only daughter was the bride;
And when that young protector’s arm she took,
She for the first time left her parents’ side.
With all a woman’s tender, trustful heart,
She gave herself away to him she loved;
Why should she not, was he not all her own,
A choice by friends and parents too approved?
How rapidly with him the days now fly,
With him the partner of her future life;
Happy and joyous as a child she’d been,