A Red, Red Rose

A Red, Red Rose

O, my love is like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June:O, my love is like the melodyThat’s sweetly play’d in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I,And I will love thee still, my dear,Till all the seas gang[58]dry.Till all 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.And fare thee well, my only love,And fare thee well a while!And I will come again, my love,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

O, my love is like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June:O, my love is like the melodyThat’s sweetly play’d in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I,And I will love thee still, my dear,Till all the seas gang[58]dry.Till all 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.And fare thee well, my only love,And fare thee well a while!And I will come again, my love,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

O, my love is like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June:O, my love is like the melodyThat’s sweetly play’d in tune.

O, my love is like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June:

O, my love is like the melody

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I,And I will love thee still, my dear,Till all the seas gang[58]dry.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I,

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till all the seas gang[58]dry.

Till all 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.

Till all 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.

And fare thee well, my only love,And fare thee well a while!And I will come again, my love,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

And fare thee well, my only love,

And fare thee well a while!

And I will come again, my love,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns.

[58]gang: go.

[58]gang: go.


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