The very first wedding I was bridesmaid at Was on a Saturday There was plenty of lively fun And likewise sporting and play The bells they rung and us girls we sung And to the church we went all And the bride's off to bed with the silly old groom To play at the whirly whorl Well, first she modestly turned her back And then she turned her front And long she wished for kindliness But kindness she got none So at last she's grabbed him all in her arms And shoved him against the wall Saying, "Are you there, you silly old devil? You've lost your whirly whorl!" "Well, woe be to my mother," she said "She's done to me much ill She's married me to a silly old devil It's all against my will But I'll dress myself in my coat of green My feathery bonnets and all I'll find a young man all of my own To play at the whirly whorl"