O' my Love's like a red, red rose,
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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 melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune.-- As fair art thou, my bonie 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! |
Category: Poems
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