Written by: Percy Wenrich
Written by: Stanley Murphy
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On the farmhouse 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, dear, 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
brightened,
And his stern old hear, it
lightened,
As he turned to her and said:
Chorus:
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 to Dover,
On our golden wedding day.
I 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,
Through 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 passed the quaint old
church where they wed,
And that night when the stars
were gleaming,
The old couple lay a-dreaming,
Dreaming of the words he said:
Chorus:
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 to Dover,
On our golden wedding day.