The bride’s bouquet is thrown in the air,
See the roses and lilies there.
The girls scramble, this bridesmaid does not,
It will not fall, it will be caught.

As it drops to excited hands from above
A cheery girl, ready for love,
Will grab it with swiftness
And never know what it’s like to be loveless.

She’ll smile and cheer,
And be married herself within the year.
Others will be envious, all in good fun,
And the wedding will be done.

The bride’s bouquet is thrown in the air,
Even if I catch it I won’t care,
For as the bride leaves she takes with her
The one man I’ve ever longed for.