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 molodie,

That's sweetly play'd 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 sun1

And i will luve thee still,my deay,

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!
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