It was my bridal night I remember,
An old man of seventy-three
I lay with my young bride in my arms,
A girl with t.
It was wartime, and overhead
The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on
What rendered the confusion worse, perversely
Our bombers had chosen that moment to set out for Germany.
Harry, do they ever collide?
I do not think it has ever happened,
Oh my bride, my bride.
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