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 melodi,
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my love
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!


Skrevet av: Robert Burns
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