The day is fine
And the sun will shine
Upon my girl today.
Birds sing above
To the one I love;
It makes me feel so gay.

The sky is clear,
Full of fresh air
To keep my love in joy:
To make her smile
All the while;
To know I am her boy.

I'll love her still
Through good or ill,
What e'er may come to pass
The sweetest thing
That God did bring
Was this, my lovely lass