| I was strolling out one evening by the silv’ry moon
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| I could hear somebody singing a familiar tune
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| So I stopped a while to listen
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| Not a word I wanted to miss
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| It was just somebody serenading something like this
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| Mandy
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| There’s a minister handy
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| And it sure would be dandy
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| If we’d let him make a fee
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| So don’t you linger
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| Here’s the ring for your finger
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| Isn’t it a humdinger?
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| Come along and let the wedding chimes
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| Bring happy times
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| For Mandy and me
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| There will be some jubilation for the happy pair
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| Yes, the best in all creation, joy is in the air
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| There’ll be music at the station
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| For to speed them on their way
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| There will be some celebration on their wedding day
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| Oh, what a wonderful day
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| Cupid, the parson, he’ll say
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| I’m feeling kind of nervous to hear the wedding service
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| Now we’ll hear the wedding bells, soon we’ll hear the baby yells
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| Wait just a minute, my dear
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| I have the ring, never fear
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| What a fine ovation from all of our relations
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| Sister and brother, father and mother
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| And Mandy and me |