ROBERT BURNS
I.
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O, my luve is like the melodie,That's sweetly play'd in tune.
II.
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.
III.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun!And I will luve thee still, my dear,While the sands o' life shall run.
IV.
And fare the weel, my only luve,And fare the weel a while!And I will come again, my luve,Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
About author.
Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National
Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names
and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as
the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
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