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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 thou art, 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 with the sun;
       I will luve thee still my dear,
       When the sands of 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.

Robert Burns