CHORUS:



Won't it be a pretty wedding?

Will not Lisa look delightful?

Smiles and tears in plenty shedding--

Which in brides of course is rightful

One could say, if one were spiteful,

Contradiction little dreading,

Her bouquet is simply frightful--

Still, 'twill be a pretty wedding!

Oh, it is a pretty wedding!

Such a pretty, pretty wedding!



ELSA:

If her dress is badly fitting,

Their's the fault who made her trousseau.



BERTHA:

If her gloves are always splitting,

Cheap kid gloves, we know, will do so.



OLGA:

If upon her train she stumbled,



On one's train one's always treading.



GRET:

If her hair is rather tumbled,

Still, 'twill be a pretty wedding!



CHORUS:

Such a pretty, pretty wedding!



CHORUS:

Here they come, the couple plighted--

On life's journey gaily start them.

Soon to be for aye united,

Till divorce or death shall part them