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I need not tell how this Sir Thomas Brown, / Made love to this lady of great renown, / And offer'd this sweet and beautiful dame / In accents most tender, his heart and name; / How he was accepted, and on said day -- / The last of the year, he led her away / To the Altar -- the twain became one, / In spite of his children, daughter and son. / 'Twas nicely arranged, 'twas secretly planned -- / The bride -- she looked sweet, the groom -- he looked bland.
No maids, no groomsmen attended them there, / The Priest tied the knot with his usual care.