My Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My Luve's like the melodie
That'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 run dry:
Till a' the seas run dry, my dear,
And rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
My Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My Luve's like the melodie
That'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 run dry...
Writer(s): Dp, Josienne Clarke, Benjamin William Walker
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