Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet

Stanley Murphy, Percy Wenrich.

On the old farm house ve-ran-da,
There sat Silas and Mi-ran-da,
Thinking of the days gone by -

Said he “dear-ie, don’t be weary,
You were always bright and cheery,
But a tear, dear, dims your eye.”

Said she “They’re tears of gladness Sil-las,
They’re not tears of sad-ness,
It is fif-ty years today
Since we were wed” -

Then the old man’s dim eyes bright-ned,
And his stern old heart it light-en’d,
As he turned to her and said -

Put on your old grey bon-net,
With the blue rib-bon on it,
While I hitch old Dob-bin to the shay -

And through the fields of clo-ver,
We’ll drive up to Dov-er
On our Gold-en Wed-ding day. -

It was in the same old bon-net,
With the same blue rib-bon on it,
In the old shay, by his side, -

That he drove her up to Dov-er,
Thru the same old fields of clov-er,
To become his hap-py bride. -

The birds were sweet-ly sing-ing,
And the same old bells were ring-ing,
As they pass’d the quaint old church
Where they were wed. -

And that night when stars were gleaming,
The old couple lay a-dream-ing,
Dreaming of the words he said.

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