Why should I be sad on my wedding day?
The bells ring, the people of Auld Reekie say
Was it James who said to Westminster,
You the husband, she is the bride,
She the Mrs, you the mister.
Why not marry,
For long we have tarried.
For a century, we have courted,
A flag of red white and blue flown atop ships,
Scottish stories on English lips.
Paranoia drove necessary action,
Fear over succession or invasion,
Taking the throne from a brother
to promise to a distant cousin.
Not a love match,
But a dynastic match,
Strategy over romance you see,
When Anne takes her daughter to the altar
To do her duty.
‘I will grow to love you,’ the groom does say,
‘I promise to honour love and obey’
Despite the promise of a new birth,
Why is she sad on her wedding day?