This is a nice song, written by Francis Arthur Fahy (1854-1935)of Kinvara, County Galway.

HASTE TO THE WEDDING

Through highways and byways, the neighbours are hieing,
The likes of tonight, they'll ne'er see again,
There's music and pleasure and mirth beyond measure,
Where brightly the lights glow in the glen.

CHORUS
O haste to the wedding! O haste to the wedding!
Haste to the wedding, we musn't be late,
O hasten, O hasten, for all the kind faces,
There's place at the wedding of Conor and Kate.

The fiddlers are tuning, the pipers are crooning,
The boys will be soon in the height of the fun,
There dancing and sporting and kissing and courting,
And mirth of all sorts to the light of the sun.

Who's not delighted to see them together?
United and plighted for life and for death,
The dacentest boy ever walked the brown heather,
The darlingest colleen that ever drew breadth.

Come boys, the night passes, fill up your glasses,
And dearest of lasses, sit down by my side,
The punch is before us, we'll toast them in chorus,
"Here's the good health of the bridegroom and bride."

And it's got a lovely tune too.