Miscellany / Upbeat

Fred Feild: Put On You Old Grey Bonnet

On the old farm house veranda there sat Silas and Miranda
Thinking of the days gone by
Said he, “Dearie, don’t be weary, you were always bright and cheery
But a tear, dear, dims your eye”
Said she, “They’re tears of gladness, Silas, they’re not tears of sadness
It is fifty years today since we were wed.”
Then the old man’s dim eyes brightened
And his stern old heart it lightened, as he turned to her and said

Chorus:
Put on your old grey bonnet with the blue ribbon on it
While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay
And through the fields of clover, we’ll drive up to Dover
On our golden wedding day

It was in the same old bonnet, with the same blue ribbon on it
In the old shay, by his side
That he drove her up to Dover through the same old fields of clover
To become his happy bride
The birds were sweetly singing, and the same old bells were ringing
As they passed the quaint old church where they were wed
And that night when stars were gleaming
The old couple lay a dreaming, dreaming of the words he said