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    A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns

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    Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose - Read by John Brunning

    A Red, Red Rose
    by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

    O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June.
    O, my luve's like the 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!
    O 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!