O MY LUVE'S LIKE A RED, RED ROSE
by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
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Luve's like a red, red rose,
- That's newly sprung in June.
- O, my Luve's like the melodie,
- That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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- 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.
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- III
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- Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
- And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
- And I will luve thee still, my dear,
- While the sands o' life shall run.
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- And fare thee weel, my only luve,
- And fare thee weel a while!
- And I will come again, my luve,
- Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
"O, My Luve's Like a Red, Red
Rose" is reprinted from English Poems. Ed. Edward
Chauncey Baldwin & Harry G. Paul. New York: American Book
Company, 1908. |
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