A Red, Red Rose O my luves like a red, red rose. Thats newly sprung in June; O my luves like a melodie Thats sweetly playd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my Dear, Till athe 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 olife shall run. 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! Robert Burns https://youtube/watch?v=bvccDapslBs
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 01:26:22 +0000
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