447. Song—A red, red Rose
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MY Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June:O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie 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 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’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
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