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A Red, Red, Rose
Robert Burns - 1794
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
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.
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.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
2 comments:
Such a good portrait shot!
We're having our "Rabbie Burns" (as the Scots say) dinner tomorrow night - haggis, meat pies, and bridies - with bashit neeps and champit tatties as well! My husband's a bagpiper, so now I just have to get the whiskey...
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