A Red, Red Rose Robert Burns
by satheesh[ Edit ] 2010-02-16 10:05:46
O my luve is like a red, red rose,
ThatâАЩs newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie
ThatâАЩs sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art , my bonie lasso,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till aâАЩ the seas gang dry.
Till aâАЩ the seas gang dry, my dear ,
An the rocks melt wiâАЩ the sun;
And I will luve thee still , my dear,
While the sands oâАЩlife shall run.
And fare thee weel,my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile;
And I will come again, my luve,
thoâАЩit were ten thousand mile!