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Robert Burns

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 bonnie 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;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
    And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

 
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About the poet
Robert Burns
 
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Related books
Burns: "A Red, Red Rose" and Other Poems (Pocket Poets), Robert Burns
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