A RED, RED ROSE by Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June,

O my Luve’s like the melodie,

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry:

            ————

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

            ————

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

  

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