A RED, RED ROSE.
O my luve's like a red, rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
O my love's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
As 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 snn,
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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