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A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns
O,my love is like red red rose
that is newly sprung in June;
o,my love is like the melody
that is sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou ,my bonnie lass.
so deep in love am I
And I will love you still ,my deer.
till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry,my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun :
I willlove you still,my dear,
While the sands o life shall run.
And fare you weel,my only love
And fare you weel a while
And I willcome again ,my love
Though it were ten thousand mile. |
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