By; Robert Burns
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
Omy love is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tunr.
As fair thou. my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve tree 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 luve three still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare three weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Thought it were ten thousand mile!
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