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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
 
A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns (1759–1796)
 
TUNE—‘Wishaw’s Favourite.’

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 thou art, my bonie lass,        5
  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:        10
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,        15
  Tho it were ten thousand mile.
 
 
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