The Sparrow and Tom Tit, and many more, were there:
All came to see the wedding of Jenny Wren the fair.
“Oh, then,” says Parson Rook, “who gives this maid away?”
“I do,” says the Goldfinch, “and her fortune I will pay;—
“Here’s a bag of grain of many sorts, and other things beside;
Now happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!”
Then on her finger fair, Cock Robin put the ring;
“You’re married now,” says Parson Rook; while the Lark aloud did sing,—
“Happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!
And may not man, nor bird, nor beast, this happy pair divide.”
The birds were ask’d to dine; not Jenny’s friends alone,
But every pretty songster that had Cock Robin known.
They had a cherry-pie, besides some currant-wine,
And every guest brought something, that sumptuous they might dine.
Now they all sat or stood, to eat and to drink;
And every one said what he happen’d to think.
