Esmeralda

Dressed as a bride with veil and wreath
There goes Esmeralda to get married in the church
God willing the angels don't sing to her
And there in the chapel your vicar is not

God willing, at night, at party time
Don't come orchestra, don't come anyone
To see emerald with veil and garland
In the arms of someone else who is not yours

Who should marry her?
It was me, yes sir
Who should marry her?
It was me, your love