The groom stood there waiting for his bride The best man shiverin' by his side On him the smell of stale sheep dip And a flask of brandy on his hip He knew he'd trod that last long mile As his dear walked slowly down the isle This was the day he was waiting for When he'd get in for his cut and more Of her old man's station and his gold As soon as wedding bells had tolled The fortune sure had smiled his way This was indeed his lucky day But the bride, she died at the alter The bridegroom died next day The parson dropped dead in the churchyard As he was about to pray The hearse capsized at the crossroads It couldn't make the turn And the people stood and cheered like mad As they watched the old church burn And then the heavens broke open And the rain it started to fall And the whole flamin' town got washed away And there was no one le-eft at all...