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Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose
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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 thou art, my bonnie lass, 
So 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 with the sun; 
I will luve thee still my dear, 
When the sands of life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only Luve, 
And fare thee weel a while! 
And I will come again , my Luve, 
Tho` it were ten thousand mile.
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