"My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile."
Much love from all the Gloysteins
Karen, Tim, Zoë and Claire
You will be with us always.
Kendra, Jos and Ewan