Dictation 3 for Thursday 4th September

Hit it, boys.
Hey, give me a listen
You corpses of cheer
At least those of you
Who still got an ear
I'll tell you a story
Make a skeleton cry
Of our own jubiliciously
Lovely Corpse Bride

Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown
Because it's really okay
You might try and hide
And you might try and pray
But we all end up
The remains of the day
That's right.

Well, our girl was a beauty
Known for miles around
When a mysterious stranger
Came into town
He was plenty good-looking
But down on his cash
And our poor little baby
She fell hard and fast
When her daddy said no
She just couldn't cope
So our lovers came up
With a plan to elope

So they conjured up a plan
To meet late at night
They told not a soul
Kept the whole thing tight
Now, her mother's wedding dress
Fit like a gloveY
ou don't need much
When you're really in love
Except for a few things
Or so I'm told
Like the family jewels
And a satchel of gold

Then next to the graveyard
By the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night
At a quarter to three
She was ready to go
But where was he?
She waited
There in the shadows, was it her man
Her little heart beat so loud
And then, baby, everything went black

Now, when she opened her eyes
She was dead as dust
Her jewels were missing
And her heart was bust
So she made a vow
Lying under that tree
That she'd wait for her true love
To come set her free
Always waiting for someone
To ask for her hand
Then out of the blue
Comes this groovy young man
Who vows forever
To be by her side
And that's the story
Of our Corpse Bride