Oh, My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

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A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns

O my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny 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
Though it were ten thousand mile.

This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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