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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 played 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:
O 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 awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
    Though it were ten thousand mile.


Source: A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns

By Robert Burns, Gutenberg.org, Public Domain

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