When a Merry Maiden Marries
WHEN a merry maiden marries,Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries;Every sound becomes a song,All is right and nothing’s wrong!From to-day and ever afterLet your tears be tears of laughter—Every sigh that finds a ventBe a sigh of sweet content!When you marry merry maiden,Then the air with love is laden;Every flower is a rose,Every goose becomes a swan,Every kind of trouble goesWhere the last year’s snows have gone;Sunlight takes the place of shadeWhen you marry merry maid!
When a merry maiden marriesSorrow goes and pleasure tarries;Every sound becomes a song,All is right, and nothing’s wrong.Gnawing Care and aching Sorrow,Get ye gone until to-morrow;Jealousies in grim array,Ye are things of yesterday!When you marry merry maiden,Then the air with joy is laden;All the corners of the earthRing with music sweetly played,Worry is melodious mirth,Grief is joy in masquerade;Sullen night is laughing day—All the year is merry May!