My Mother's Wedding Day Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe Performer(s): Pamela Britton and various other artists
Meg: Now if ye think this weddin' day went jus' a wee amiss Then I will tell ye 'bout a weddin' far more daft than this The lad involved turned out to be no other but my pa An' by the strangest bit o' luck, the woman was my ma MacGregor, MacKenna, MacGowan, MacGraw, MacVitie, MacNeil an' MacRae Ay, all the folk in the village were there at my mother's weddin' day For pa had asked his friend MacPhee, an' Mac had come with May MacGee An' May invited ninety-three to my mother's weddin' day Then up the road came Ed macKeen with half the town of Aberdeen
Ay, ev'ryone was on the scene at her mother's weddin' day
Meg: At quarter to five everybody was there a-waitin' around in the room MacVicker, MacDougall, MacDuff an' MacCoy--everybody but the groom An' as the hours turtled by, the men got feelin' kind o' dry An' thought they'd take a nip of rye while a-waitin' for the groom An' while the men were dippin' in, the ladies started on the gin
An' soon the room began to spin at her mother's weddin' day
Meg: Then all of a sudden the liquor was gone, the gin an' the whiskey an' all An' all of a sudden the weddin' affair had become a bonnie brawl For Pete MacGraw and Joe MacPhee began to fight for May MacGee While May MacGee an' Sam MacKee were a-wooin' in the hall So cold an' stiff was John MacVay, they used him for a servin' tray
For ev'ryone was blithe and gay at her mother's weddin' day
Meg: MacDuff an' MacVitie were playin' a game, an' usin' MacCoy for the ball MacKenna was eatin' the bridal bouquet, an' MacNeil hung on the wall When finally my father came, his eyes were red, his nose aflame He dinna even know his name; he was drunkest of them all The people were lyin' all over the room a'lookin' as if they were dead Then mother uncovered the minister quick, an' she told 'im: Go ahead Then pa kneeled down on Bill MacRae, an' mother kneeled on Jock MacKay The preacher stood on John MacVay, and that's how my ma was wed It was a sight beyond compare. I ought to know, for I was there
There never was a day as rare as her mother's weddin' day!
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