A Red, Red Rose

(Robert Burns 1759–1796 - Scotland's national bard)

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.

O, my Luve's like a melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

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As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry.

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Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will love thess till, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run:

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And fare thee well, my only luve!

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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Robert Burns also wrote "Auld Lang Syne" (for Old Times sake), the popular song that is traditionally sung on New Years eve in various countries around the world.

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