"A Red, Red Rose" by Robert BurnsO my Luves like a red, red rose
Thats newly sprung in June:
O my Luves like the melodie
Thats sweetly playd in tune!
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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