THE SUDBERRY FAMILY

A Red, Red Rose

O, My love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O, my love's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas run dry.

Till all the seas run dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare-thee-well, my only love!
And fare-thee-well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
-Robert Burns-
(1759-1796)