A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

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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 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:
And 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, awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!