On her wedding night

Thought she was dead
On her wedding night

And the stars were not
So bright

On her wedding night

I took her to bed
On her wedding night

She threw up
I fell down

I looked up
She looked down

I got up
She fell down

Me too drunk
And she too proud

And I think I’m
Coming round

She threw up
On her wedding night

When the stars were not
So bright

And I keep thinking of her
On her wedding night

Sarah D's notes in margin:

During song Jeanette comes on, like Hiccuping Queen of Hearts; Monkhouse lurches around drunkenly with Lou Costello tick. Childe Harold grins from ear to ear.