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  • O, My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose.

    O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June.
    O, my luve is like a melodie,
    That's 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!
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o life 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!


    This is to all the Bonnie lasses out there i am hoping to find me one day but i guess i'm going to have to move to Scotland for that.

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    Re: O, My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose.

    If you all dont know this is one of the most famous Scottish poets that ever lived Robert Burns

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