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 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 well, my only Luve!

And fare thee well a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand miles.

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