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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
447. Song—A red, red Rose
 
 
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 art thou, 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
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, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,        15
  Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
 

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