A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns | Sunday Observer

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Love is like a red, red rose
 That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Love is like the melody
 That’s sweetly played in tune.
So 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 well, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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