MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE

Robert Burns 1759-96

 My love is like a red, red rose

   That’s newly sprung in June :

My love is like the melody

   That’s sweetly played in tune.

As 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 a while !

And I will come again, my love,

   Though it were ten thousand mile.

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