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Well, the morn, be the best o' good luck, Kate
an' I got the chance to slip out,
An' away wid us off to the church, where the folk was all standin' about,
Tho' it wanted an hour to the time; an' we squeezed to a sate at the door,
That was thrailed round most tasty wid wrathes that they'd put up the evenin' before.
An' it's there we'd the greatest divarsion be- holdin', for afther a while,
All the guests was arrivin' an' roostlin' in velvets an' silks up the aisle,
Every wan lookin' finer than t' other, wid sthramers an' feathers an' lace—
But the sorra a sign o' the bridegroom was seen comin' nigh to the place.
An' away wid us off to the church, where the folk was all standin' about,
Tho' it wanted an hour to the time; an' we squeezed to a sate at the door,
That was thrailed round most tasty wid wrathes that they'd put up the evenin' before.
An' it's there we'd the greatest divarsion be- holdin', for afther a while,
All the guests was arrivin' an' roostlin' in velvets an' silks up the aisle,
Every wan lookin' finer than t' other, wid sthramers an' feathers an' lace—
But the sorra a sign o' the bridegroom was seen comin' nigh to the place.
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That was sthrange now; an' folk did be sayin'
they wondhered what kep' him, an' thin
It seemed Quality's selves got onaisy, for ye'd see the grand bonnits begin
Niddle-noddin' together to whisper; an' wan o' the gintlemen'd quit,
Slippin' out be the little side door, an' look down the sthraight road for a bit,
An' come back, blinkin' out o' the sun, wid a head- shake, for nothin' he'd spied;
Till at last, in the heighth o' their throuble, in landed Miss Honor—the bride.
It seemed Quality's selves got onaisy, for ye'd see the grand bonnits begin
Niddle-noddin' together to whisper; an' wan o' the gintlemen'd quit,
Slippin' out be the little side door, an' look down the sthraight road for a bit,
An' come back, blinkin' out o' the sun, wid a head- shake, for nothin' he'd spied;
Till at last, in the heighth o' their throuble, in landed Miss Honor—the bride.
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