A SONG TO BRIDGET

by her own dear Derek

Who's the partner that I wed?

Shares my life and makes my bed?

(Wish it were the other way instead),

Bridget my helpmeet.

Bridget, Bridget, call her name,

Made the man that I became,

Except for the bits that stayed the same,

So she should take at least part of the blame.

Who's my partner and my pal?

Always raises my morale?

Gosh, she's such a super gal,

Bridget, you're a brick.

Bridget, Bridget, call her name,

Made the man that I became,

Except for the bits that stayed the same,

So she should take at least part of the blame.

Who is it that irons my socks?

Wears nice hats and frilly frocks?

Nursed me through the chicken pox?

Bridget, she's my mate.

Bridget, Bridget, call her name,

Made the man that I became,

Except for the bits that stayed the same,

So she should take at least part of the blame.

Who gets me to the church on time?

Makes every day seem fresh and fine?

All of which just means that I'm,

Bridget, in your debt.

Bridget, Bridget, call her name,

Made the man that I became,

Except for the bits that stayed the same,

So she should take at least part of the blame.

Who said I should write this song?

Asks me how it's coming on?

Yes, you guessed, so now I'm done;

Bridget - Mrs Bream.

Bridget, Bridget, call her name,

Made the man that I became,

Except for the bits that stayed the same,

So she should take at least part of the blame.

Written by Rev Derek Bream.

All proceeds to the New Organ Fund.