| On an old far house veranda there sat Silas and Marinda dreamin' of the days
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| gone by
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| He said deary don’t be weary you’re always bright and cheery
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| Now a tear did dim your eye
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| She said they’re not tears of sadness Silas they are tears of gladness
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| It was fifty years ago the day we wed
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| Then the old man’s dim eyes brighten and his old heart it lighten
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| As he turned to her and said
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| Put on your old grey bonnet with all the blue ribbons on it
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| While I hitch all dovin' to the shade
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| Through those fields of clover you’ll ride up to Dover on our golden wedding day
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| Put on your old grey bonnet…
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| Put on your old grey bonnet…
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| On our golden wedding day |