A Red, Red Rose
MY love is like a red red rose That’s newly sprung in June: My love is like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune. So 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: And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
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