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Aileen & William Wedding Poem July 17 '98

     Just a few short verses
    To wish this happy pair
    The best of wishes for their life,
    A life they now must share
      
      To me, William's a stranger,
    But as the song does go,
    'A stranger's really just a friend,
    A friend you do not know'.

    Now William came to Brian
    To ask to take a vow, then
    He and Aileen would be known 
    As Mr. & Mrs. Lowden.

    I appreciate your surname
    Is spelt with 'O' not 'E'
    But pronouncing Lowdon with the 'O'
    Didn't rhyme, poetic'ly.

    Music 'plays' a primary role
    For Aileen, day to day,
    So on this 'note', I've some advice,
    Here's what I have to say,

    Live your lives in 'unison',
    Let love be ever poured,
    Two lives that blend in 'harmony'
    But never in 'discord'.

    Never let your love grow cold
    Or let your temper fray,
    Don't Bb, Don't B#,
    B, - that's okay.

    Another key that you might need
    Is key of A, Ab
    But then my understanding is
    That William's holding that.

    But really William, you have found
    A truly gorgeous bride,
    Someone to love and care for you
    Wherever you may bide.

    And likewise Aileen, you have found
    A man who you'll be proud of,
    A man who'll give to you his all,
    Who'll furnish you with his love.

    So now that Aileen's fled the nest,
    That just leaves our wee Fi.,
    And the day that she does choose her man,
    Will be a day of glee.

    Then Brian and Joyce will be alone,
    But I think they'll survive,
    And eagerly await the day, when
    The grandchildren will arrive.

    But then as they grow older,
    And there's two or three wee wean,
    They'll eagerly await the hour
    When they'll all 'gae hame' again.

    So William, one word in your ear,
    Please let it not be said,
    You have the dreaded 'mum-in-law'
    Now that you are wed.

    I hope your mum-in-law's like mine,
    An angel on the wing,
    Up in the air, she always is,
    Harpin' on about something.

    And Aileen, "ma William" and you,
    Were made for one another,
    I hope you take good care of him,
    Just like his dear old mother.

    To show how much he loves you,
    Especially on this day,
    Your father did not have the heart
    To give his girl away

    He left that up to his dad,
    Who performed without a hitch,
    So proves the old adage is wrong,
    You CAN teach old dog new tricks.
                                              
 True friendship is like honey,
    Be friends with one another,
    But don't forget that there's a friend
    Who sticks closer than a brother.

    So here's to Aileen and 'Oor Will'
    I ask all in this room
    To be upstanding, ....... raise your glass,.......
    And toast the 'bride and groom'.  
                                                                 Colin Ross


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