III.
'Tis true, our home is humble, Sue, And riches we have not, But children gambol round our door, And consecrate the spot. Our sons are strong and brave, dear Sue, Our daughters fair and gay, But none so beautiful as you, Upon our wedding-day.
'Tis true, our home is humble, Sue, And riches we have not, But children gambol round our door, And consecrate the spot. Our sons are strong and brave, dear Sue, Our daughters fair and gay, But none so beautiful as you, Upon our wedding-day.