Corset, corsage, course and crown
Take my hand on the old chalk down
Where the cresting hills give way
To shining sands and a silver bay
Corsets tight as loving arms
Corsage took from wildflower farms
Corsage tells that love is there
Corset's strings to take the air
Set thy course to Larfen's vale
Where hearths are warm and hearts are hale
And stand atop the rolling down
With veil hung from a silver crown
Corset, corsage, course and crown
Lift thy veil on the old chalk down
Watch the sand and the silver bay
Live as one from this blest day