My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose

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 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;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare the weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

~Robert Burns

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