Put On Your Old 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."