I can't from business go too far.
Two first, return, to Brighton, please.
Oh, yes—we'll go in Pullman's car.
At Paddington.
Guard, mark "Engaged" this carriage, pray;
Now, why on earth's the fellow grinning?
How could he know we're wed to-day?
Guard, mark "Engaged" this carriage, pray.
My darling, hide that white bouquet;
My head with champagne fumes is spinning.