my luve's like a red red rose
that's newly sprung in june
my luve's like the melodie
that 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
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fair the whwwl a While
And I will come again, my Luve,
tho' it were ten thousand mile...
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my luve's like a red red rose
that's newly sprung in june
my luve's like the melodie
that 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
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
while the sands o' life shall run.
And fair the whwwl a While
And I will come again, my Luve,
tho' it were ten thousand mile...
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