A RED, RED ROSE
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That is newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like the melody
That is sweetly played in tune
As fair are you, my lovely lass
So deep in love am I
And I will love you still, my Dear
Till all the seas go dry
Till all the seas go dry, my Dear
And the rocks melt with the sun
Oh, I will love you still, my Dear
While the sands of life shall run
And fare you well, my only Love
And fare you well a while
And I will come again, my Love
Although it were ten thousand mile
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