A Red, Red Rose
O, my love is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve is like the melodie
...That's sweetly played 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;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
...While the sands o' life shall run.
by Robert Burns
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