Poem

A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the Melodie
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 Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it wares ten thousand miles.

― By Robert Burns

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