Just before proposing, mother, oh! how nervous young men are,
Even after they’re accepted, and referred to dear papa.
For the settlements and breakfast, dear papa has got to pay,
And says, “Oh! what a comfort, mother; weddings don’t come every day.”
Just before the breakfast, mother, no one knows what to be at,
But when guests are round the table, they are more at home at that;
Billious wedding-cake and speeches—save me from such speeches, pray—
Oh! what a comfort ’tis, dear mother, weddings don’t come every day.
Just before departing, mother, and the carriage is outside,
Aunts and uncles, brothers, sisters, tearfully caress the bride;