Six Excellent Songs (Newton Stewart)/A Red, Red Rose
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A RED, RED ROSE
O my luve's like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O my love's like the melodieThat's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie 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:I will love 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.