My Organist just sent me this in a card:
Married when the year is new, he’ll be loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate, you wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow,joy and sorrow you will know.
Marry in April when you can, Joy for Maiden and for Man
Marry in the month of May, and you’ll surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses grow, over land and sea you’ll go.
Those who in July do wed, must labour for their daily bread.
Whoever wed in August be, many a change is sure to see.
Marry in September’s shrine, your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.
If you wed in bleak November, only joys will come, remember.
When December snows fall fast, marry and true love will last.
