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O, my luve is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve is like the melodie
...That's sweetly played 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.

.....A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (1759-96)