The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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A RED, RED ROSE |
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A RED, RED ROSE
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O, my luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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As fair art thou, my bonie lass,So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
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Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
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And fare thee weel, my only luve,And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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