A RED, RED ROSE O my Love 's like a red, red rose That 's newly sprung in June.my Love 's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd 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 weel, my only Love, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my Love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
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