A Red Red Rose

 
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.--
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
 So deep in luve am I;
And I will love 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 love 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!
 

 
Robert Burns
 
 
 
 
 
 
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