Wedding Poem: The Ensilver Song

Now here's a good health to the bride of yon house,
Grant her a solid good cheer;
Lord, bless her good health, Lord prosper her wealth,
That we may be married next year.

Well, here's to the bride, good luck to the lass,
Grant her a solid good cheer;
And through her garter, we'll pass each glass,
And may we be married next year.

Our glasses we'll lift now to the bridegroom.
Grant him a solid good cheer;
And the fellow that spills it he'll pay for t'next round,
And may we be married next year.

To the bridal pair we all will sing.
And grant them a solid good cheer;
In spite of Turk or Spanish king,
And may we be married next year.