A chafer's wedding

I'll pray the monkshood lend her carriage, That we may use it for the marriage. The carriage halts before the gate, O lovely bride, for thee we wait. Then horsemen someone else must lend us. That they to church may now attend us. Behold the horsemen at the gate, O lovely bride, for thee we wait. Yet one thing gives me care and sorrow. A wedding wreath, where can I borrow? The fairest flowers are here at hand, All in array we'd see thee stand. Thy locks, O bride, thou must be decking, For hear the flowerbells music making. The flies in jewelled splendour glance, They come to joint the wedding dance. But say, our future home, where is it? Deep in the flowers ye love to visit. And say, where shall we wedded be? To the sacred lily bear we thee.