Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
November 3, 1950
Reel 80, Item 5
The Fatal Wedding
The wedding bells were ringing on a moonlight winter's night,
The church was decorated, all within was gay and light
A woman with her baby came and saw the lights aglow,
She thought how those same bells had chimed for her three years ago.
"I would to be admitted, Sir," she told the sexton old,
"Just for the sake of baby to protect him from the cold."
He told her that the wedding there was for the rich and grand,
And with the eager, watching crowd outside she would have to stand.
While the wedding bells were ringing
And the bride and groom were there,
Marching up the aisle together
While the organ played an air,
Telling tales of fond affection,
Vowing they would never part,
Just another fatal wedding,
Just another broken heart.
She begged the sexton once again to let her pass inside,
"For baby's sake you may step in," the gray haired man replied.
"Now if any one knows the reason why this couple should not wed,
Speak now or hold your peace forever," soon the preacher said.
"I must object," the woman cried, her voice so meek and mild,
"The bride groom is my husband, sir, and this is our little child."
"What proof have you?" the preacher asked. "My infant," she replied.
She raised the babe, then knelt to pray. The little one had died.
The parents of the bride then tuck the outcast by the arm,
"We'll care for you through life," they said, "You've saved our child
The outcast wife, the bride, and parents quickly drove away.
The husband died by his own hand before the break of day.
No wedding feast was spread that night; two graves were made next day,
One for the little baby, and in one the father lay.
This story since has oft been told by farr-sides warm and bright,
Of the bride and groom, and outcast, and that fatal wedding night.
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