There was weepin` by the women that the crowd could plainly see, An` old William`s throat was chokin` an` his eyes were watery, An` he couldn`t hardly answer when the parson made him say Who it was on that occasion was to give the girl away. I detest tears at a weddin`, an` I didn`t like `em then, An` I couldn`t see the reason for the lips that trembled when Reverend Goodly looked about him ere he tied the knot to stay An` said: "Which of you assembled here now gives this girl away?" I shall not forget old William an` the solemn look he wore, Though he tried his best at smilin` I could tell his heart was sore; I could see the tear drops startin` as he looked at little May, An` I knew the wrench it caused him when he gave his girl away. I could hear the women sobbin`, an` I didn`t dare to look, I jes` kep` my face straight forward till the parson closed his book. For the heart of me was beatin` not in sadness, but in glee; I had reason to be happy. He was givin` her to me.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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