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A Red, Red Rose

A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns

O my Love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.-

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love 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 live thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.-

And fare thee weel, my only Love!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!


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