May 18, 2009

• A red red rose

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

  As fair art thou, my bonnie 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 a while!
  And I will come again, my luve,
  Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

  -Robert Burns
  

  

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