There is also this lyric, much more down to earth.

HASTE TO THE WEDDING
Sung by Bridie Gallagher, written by P. J. McCall.

I'd polished the pewter, I'd tidied the kitchen,
My dresser looked white as a stack in the snow;
And here by the window my skirt I was stitchin',
For I'm very neat with a needle to sew.
Said I, "What's the use o' me mendin' my finery,
Till it is fit for a queen on her throne?
For it's oh dear! there isn't the sign o' me
Gettin' a man and a place o' my own."

[CHORUS:] 'Twas Haste to the Weddin'; and Haste to the Weddin',
I sang as I sat at the window alone;
Movrone, O! 'twas oft I was dreadin'
I'd not get a man with a place o' my own.

'Twas nearly made up once between me and Larry,
That lives o'er the Mountain o' Forth, by the bounds,
With forty-five acres o' land and a quarry—
He'd take me, and welcome, with ninety-five pounds.
When he couldn't get it, he said we'd regret it,
And then he got wed to a widow in town;
And it's oh dear, I lost Larry Petit,
A sensible man with a house of his own. [CHORUS]

I found in my first cup o' tea the next Monday,
A lucky red tea-leaf—some stranger to call;
I tried seven times, and he travelled on Sunday,
I wondered who was it was comin' at all.
Who was it but Lanty, last Sunday for Nancy—
He buried his mother last May in Kilcone;
And it's now, dear, I'll marry my fancy—
The boy o' my heart with a place of his own.

[CHORUS:] 'Tis Haste to the Weddin'; and Haste to the Weddin',
Not long I'll be sittin' and singin' alone;
For soon, dear, with young Lanty Reddin,
I'll reign like a queen in a house o' my own.