Put On Your 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 now 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 brighten'd

And his stern old heart it lighten'd

As he turn'd to her and said

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

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 thro' 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 pass'd 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

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

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