A Red Red Rose
O my Love’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June,
O my Love’s 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;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee wee, my only Love,
And fare thee wee awhile!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.
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