The hotel we booked looked breezy and bright
just as well
as we planned on staying the night.

But the Doorman named Stan,said this,and deadpan,'you ain't coming in because you're not wed.
'Aye 'we're over the brush' no rush to get wed', 's what I said,
'well
you ain't getting in, get that in your head', is what Stan the doorman then said.

So we to and we fro'd 'til I punched him in the nose,a bad move on my part,got carted away to spend that night and the next day in a cell.

And she gave me hell when I got home.