Twenty Seven, almost heaven,
Me and Mary Dee.
For years of bliss, I have but this,
A gentle kiss for thee.
You surely know, a shoot did grow,
The day that we were wed.
Now strong of root, with lots of fruit,
Our branches start to spread.
With empty hand I come and stand,
Before my lovely bride.
And ask again if you will spend,
A lifetime by my side.
Not much to give, but you can live,
With me this humble part.
And this be sure, our love is pure,
Dear Mary has my heart.