A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
My love is like a red, red rose
Ā Ā Thatās newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
Ā Ā Thatās sweetly played in tune.
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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
Ā Ā So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Ā Ā Till aā the seas gang dry.
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Till aā the seas gang dry, my dear,
Ā Ā And the rocks melt wiā the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Ā Ā While the sands oā life shall run.
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And fare thee weel, my only love,
Ā Ā And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Ā Ā Thouā it were ten thousand mile.
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