A red, red rose
  • O MY luve’s like a red, red rose
  • That’s newly sprung in June;
  • O my luve’s 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:
  • O I will love thee still, my dear,
  • While the sands o’ life shall run.
  • And fare-thee-weel, my only luve!
  • And fare-thee-wee1 awhile!
  • And I will come again, my luve,
  • Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile!
  • O my luve’s like a red, red rose
  • That’s newly sprung in June;
  • O my luve’s like the melodie
  • That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
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