A Red,Red Rose
(By Burns)
O my luve is like a red,red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in time.
As fair thou art, my bonie 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 mekt wi'the sun;
And I will luve thee still,my dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weed, my only luve,
And fare thee weed a while;
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho'it were ten thousand mile!
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