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A Red Red Rose.

Oh, my love's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh, my love'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 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 weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.


Fairest maid on Devon banks.

Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou were wont to do?

Full well thou know'st I love thee dear,
Could'st thou to malice lend an ear?
Oh, did not love exclaim "Forbear,
For use a faithful lover so!"

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, oh let me share!
And, by thy beauteous self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.