A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
it were ten thousand mile.