My Mother’s Wedding Day

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Susan Johnson - Pop, Musicals

My Mother’s Wedding Day

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[MEG] Now if ye think this weddin' day went just 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 And by the strangest bit of luck, the woman was my ma MacGregor, MacKenna, MacGowan, MacGraw MacVitie, MacNeil, and MacRae Aye, all of the folk in the village were there On my mother's weddin' day For Pa had asked his friend MacPhee And Mac had come with May MacGee And May invited ninety-three To my mother's weddin' day Then up the road came Ed MacKeen With half the town of Abеrdeen [TOWNSFOLK] Aye, everyonе 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, and MacCoy Everybody but the groom And as the hours turtled by The men got feelin' kind of dry And thought they'd take a nip of rye While a-waitin' for the groom And while the men were dippin' in The ladies started on the gin [TOWNSFOLK] And soon the room began to spin At her mother's weddin' day [MEG] Then all of a sudden the liquor was gone The gin and the whisky and all And all of a sudden the weddin' affair Had become a bonnie brawl For Pete MacGraw and Joe MacPhee Begun to fight for May MacGee While May MacGee and Sam MacKee Were a-wooin' in the hall So cold and stiff was John MacVay They used him for a servin' tray [TOWNSFOLK] For everyone was blithe and gay At her mother's weddin' day [MEG] MacDuff and MacVitie were playin' a game And usin' MacCoy for the ball MacKenna was eatin' the bridal bouquet And MacNeil hung on the wall When finally my father came His eyes were red, his nose aflame He didn't 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 And she told him, "Go ahead" Then Pa kneeled down on Bill MacRae And 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 'cause I was there [TOWNSFOLK] There never was a day as rare As her mother's weddin' day

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Credits

Writers
  • Alan Jay Lerner
  • Frederick Loewe