with Apologies.
The ‘Met’ predicting fine,
Doesn’t mean the sun will shine,
But merely that it mightn’t rain,
Unless they’ve got it wrong again,
It only means a gale won’t blow,
Or Desert road be blocked by snow.
Refrain:
And the bride has dreadlocks,
The groom wears a cap.
And they both have GUMBOOTS.
The wedding day dawns clear and bright,
(It may just rain before the night,)
Invited ones from far and wide
Arrive to cheer the groom and bride.
Refrain: And the bride etc
Ready to “tie the knot” groom’s cap comes off—
Then someone’s kid falls in a trough,
And next somebody else of course,
Needs untangling from some gorse.
Refrain: And the bride etc
Those crises over they can start,
And deal with matters of the heart,
Rings are exchanged, vows are said,
Sentimental tears are shed,
Refrain: And the bride etc.
Suddenly a horrid scream—
This time a hot is in the stream,
While someone else—it’s really true
Has something nasty on their shoe.
Refrain: And the bride etc
Marrying over let’s have some fun,
Grab a grubber everyone,
Race up to the nearest thistle,
When you hear the starter’s whistle.
Refrain: And the bride etc.
Take a shovel, push a barrow,
Off you go, like an arrow,
Oh what fun, oh what allure,
A race to shovel horse manure.
Refrain: And the bride etc
Back to the house for lots of beer,
Lots of nibbles, lots of cheer,
A laden table—what a “do”,
A very sumptuous Bar-be-que.
Refrain: And the bride etc.
May the barrow of life never get a flat tyre,
And your gumboots never leak.
Lots of love,
Mum