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A red, red rose
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Robert Burns
O my love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.—
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love 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:
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.—
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.—
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love 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:
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.—
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
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Robert Burns
Robert Burns , also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the…