Len and Florence sit together during song.
Tune:—"When You and I were Young, Maggie."
We are glad to be with you to-night, Florence,
To sing this joyful lay,
In honor of the bride you became, Florence,
One bright November day.
The birds never sang, oh, so sweet, Florence,
The stars never shone so bright we know,
As when you became Len's cook, Florence,
Just twenty one years ago.
Now tho your hair is tinged with grey, Florence,
You're spry and as chipper, full of go,
As when you replied, "I do", Florence,
Just twenty one years ago.
We wish you unbounded Joy, Florence,
On this gladsome day,
Recalling the time long ago, Florence,
You gave yourself away.
The years may have seemed very long, Florence,
Time lagged and burdens pressed we know.
But smiles shorten miles all the while, Florence,
As on life's Journey we go.
And now you've been wed many years, Florence.
You dont need advice because you know
You must "feed the brute" or he'll scoot, Florence,
(slow) For "somebody told me so."
May blessings galore fall in rich torrents
On you both we pray;
May life always be as bright, Florence,
As on your wedding day;
Flowers bloom, and stars shine more brightly,
Fade every care; disperse your fears;
And Len's feet be kept warm nightly
For twenty one more years.
And now while we're gathered around, Florence,
Please grant this request before we go
Let Len hug and kiss you again, Florence,
As twenty one years ago.