  Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding! Gallant young Hyacinth marries the Rose. Here we all wait for the wedding procession, Standing up high on our tippy-toe-toes. Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding! First the three ushers on grasshoppers ride,— Coxcomb, Larkspur, and gallant Sweet William, Handsome young dandies as ever I spied. Here in a coach come the bride's rich relations,— Old Madam Damask and old Mr. Moss; Greatly I fear they approve not the marriage, Else they'd not look so uncommonly cross. Here comes His Excellence Baron de Goldbug, Leading the Dowager Duchess of Snail; Feathers and fringe on the top of her bonnet, Roses and rings on the end of her tail. Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding! Here come the bridesmaids, by two and by two; Gay little Primrose, fair little Snowdrop, Peachblossom, Jasmine, and Eglantine too. Last come the lovers, wrapped up in each other, Thinking of love, and of little beside. Blue-bell, bonny bell, ring for the wedding! Health and long life to the beautiful bride! |
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