A Red, Red Rose
de Robert Burns(2008)
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“A Red, Red Rose”
By Robert Burns
“Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That\'s newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That\'s sweetly play\'d in tune.
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.
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.
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!”