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Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/A red, red rose

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3284422Ellen More — A red, red roseRobert Burns (1759-1796)


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.