A Wedding Anniversary.
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’Twas many years ago, my dear, do you remember? And how bitter cold it was, the twenty-fourth of December, When we plighted our troth, for better, for worse, When I promised to obey—and in sickness to nurse; When you said yes, I take thee to be my wedded wife, To have and to hold, for the rest of my life, To love and to cherish, ’til death us do part; Today I repeat the same—my old sweetheart. Sweetheart of my youth, sweetheart you are yet, And sweetheart from the time when first we met; Life seems more sweet now, with you by my side; Even before I was your little bride. Today I thrice promise, till death us do part, Till we’re wedded in heaven, sweetheart, dear heart.