O, my love is like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is 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 you still my dear,
Till all the seas gone dry.
Till all the seas gone dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun.
And I will love you still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Thought it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
(1759-1796)

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