The groom stood there waiting for his bride

The best man shiverin' by his side

On him the smell of stale sheep dip

And a flask of brandy on his hip



He knew he'd trod that last long mile

As his dear walked slowly down the isle

This was the day he was waiting for

When he'd get in for his cut and more



Of her old man's station and his gold

As soon as wedding bells had tolled

The fortune sure had smiled his way

This was indeed his lucky day



But the bride, she died at the alter

The bridegroom died next day

The parson dropped dead in the churchyard

As he was about to pray



The hearse capsized at the crossroads

It couldn't make the turn

And the people stood and cheered like mad

As they watched the old church burn



And then the heavens broke open

And the rain it started to fall

And the whole flamin' town got washed away

And there was no one le-eft at all...