My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose--Robert Burns
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And 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 of life shall run.
And fare the well, my only love!
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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