Copyright, 1892, by T. B. Harms & Co. Entered at Stationers' Hall, London.
Words and Music by Chas. T. Ellis.
Oh, a song of joy vas in de air,
And this world to me vas so bright and fair;
For soon my true love will bring
A golden, bright, big wedding-ring.
Pooty soon, pooty soon, such a happy bride I will be!
For last night, my beau, vhy he told me so, while de moon dot wink'd at me!
Pooty Boon, pooty soon, vill ring out all de bells a merry tune;
Und de reason why vas because dot I will be married pooty soon.
Oh, its nice to be a maiden free,
But It's great deal nicer a bride to be!
My sweetheart, I love you so!
Don't been afraid, I voon't say "No!" - Chorus.