A Red, Red Rose

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O my love’s like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June;

O my love’s like the melodie 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 Til a’ the seas gang dry-

Til a’ seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:

I will love thee still, My Dear, While the sands o’ life shall run-

And fare thee well, my only love! And fare thee well, a while!

And I will come again , my love, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns

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