by Robert Burns My love is like a red red roseThat’s newly sprung in June;My love is like the melodieThat’s sweetly play’d in tune. So fair (are you) art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I;And I will love (you) thee still, my dear,Till a’ the seas (gone) gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:And I will love thee still, my dear,While the sands o’ life shall run. And (fare thee weel, my only loveAnd fare thee weel, a while!And I will come again, my love,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile. cybershamans (karmapolice) / CC BY-NC-ND ...
