I was a little lassie
Just turned seventeen
My dear mother fixed me up
With the man I'd never seen
He name was Donald about this I do not lie
I told him I was waiting for my wedding Dress to dry
Donald had some money given by his Paw
He said he would take care of me to the letter of the law
But I was in love with Samantha the apple of my eye
I told him I was waiting for my wedding Dress to dry
The sky won't cry
So why should I
We can cry
In the by and by
Out of sight
Right out of my mind
Donald he was wealthy but one thing that I knew
A wedding ring on my left hand would spell my lifelong doom
He would decorate with bruises
A wife who would defy
And that is why Im waiting for my wedding Dress to dry
Along some dreary Sunday it came my wedding day
I jumped into creek and let it take me far away
I floated to another land where I did Sammie spy
And were still waiting for my wedding Dress to dry!