Distant Voices, Still Lives Page #5

- Yeah.

There you are.

Well, let's be having you.

Are we all ready?

Well, sun bun,

mustn't keep the bride waiting.

No, cor blimey. I'd never live it down.

I, Thomas Anthony, take thee, Rose

I, Thomas Anthony, take thee, Rose

- To my wedded wife

- To my wedded wife

- To have and to hold

- To have and to hold

- From this day forward

- From this day forward

- For better for worse

- For better for worse

- For richer for poorer

- For richer for poorer

- In sickness and in health.

- In sickness and in health.

- Till death do us part.

- Till death do us part.

- And there to I plight thee my troth.

- And there to I plight thee my troth.

Ego conjungo vos in matrimonium.

In nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Amen.

For all you mean to me

My thanks to you

For every memory

My thanks to you

My thanks for everything we had to share

For all the joy you brought

when you were there

These foolish words of mine

Can never say

How slow the hand of time

Now you've all gone away

As years go rolling by

My whole life through

I give my love

And all my thanks

To you

I got into a boxing ring with a fella...

Dad, you're not going to sing

that old bleeding thing?

Come on. Let's have some records

Oh Mein Papa

Come on, Mom.

Come on, girl.

Good night, Nell.

Good night, Dave.

See you tomorrow, Mom

OK, Ei.

The water is wide

I cannot get o'er

And neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat

That will carry two

Then both shall row

My love and I

Oh, down in the meadows, the other day

A gathering flowers, both fine and gay

A gathering flowers, both red and blue

I little thought

What love can do

I leaned my back up against some oak

Thinking that it was a trusty tree

But first it bended and then it broke

And so did my false love to me

A ship there is and she sails the sea

She's loaded deep, as deep can be

But not so deep

As the love I'm in

I know not if I sink or swim

O, love is handsome

And love is fine

And love's a jewel

While it is new

But when it is old

It groweth cold

Then fades away

Like morning dew

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