Married when the year it new, he’ll be loving, kind, and true,
When February birds do sing, cherish you your wedding ring.
If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you’ll know.
Marry in April if you can, thus joy for Maiden and for Man.
Marry in the month of May, and you will never rue the day.
Marry when June roses grow, over hills and far you’ll go.
Those who in July do wed, must labour hard for daily bread.
Whoever wed in August be, many a fortune 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.