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