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O my love's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
As 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 snn,
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
I gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een;
Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wet wi' dew,
Her heaving-bosom lily white,
I was her een sae bonnie blue.
