Wallace Bruce - The Nuptials New York and Brooklyn, 1883 lyrics

The nuptial-knot at last is firmly tied; A hundred bells ring out a merry chime, A hundred wires proclaim to every clime— Manhattan takes fair Brooklyn for his bride. In strength and beauty growing side by side, Cities betrothed, you waited vigorous prime, Like steadfast lovers in the olden time, Ere greed and gain our early faith defied. We wish you joy. No longer twain, but one, Forever bound in links of triple steel; You need no marriage ritual to rehearse, Which Venice chanted to bright Adria won; No golden ring; the service now is real— "Each other take for better or for worse."