| My love is like a red, red rose |
| That’s newly sprung in
June : |
| My love is like the melody |
That’s sweetly played in
tune.
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| As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, |
| So deep in love am I : |
| And I will love thee still, my dear, |
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
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| 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.
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| And fare thee weel, my only love, |
| And fare thee weel a while
! |
| And I will come again, my love, |
Thou’ it were ten thousand
mile.
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| Robert Burns
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[ A Red, Red Rose ] [ To a Mountain Daisy ] [ Address to a Haggis ] [ Address to Edinburgh ] [ Auld Lang Syne ] [ Is there for Honest Poverty ] [ Address to the Unco Guid ] [ The Cotter's Saturday Night ] [ To a Louse ] [ My Heart's in the Highlands ] [ Holy Willie's Prayer ] [ Tam O'Shanter ] [ To a Mouse ] |
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