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O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
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That's newly sprung in June;
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O, my luve is like a melodie
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That's sweetly played in tune.
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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
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So deep in luve am I;
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And I will luve thee still, my dear,
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till a' the seas gang dry.
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Adn I will luve tee still, my dear,
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Till a' the seas gang dry.
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Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
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And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
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And I will luve thee still, my dear,
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While the sands of life shall run.
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But fare thee weel, my only luve!
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O, fare thee weel awhile!
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And I will come agian, my luve,
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Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles.
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Tho' 'twere then thousand mile, my luve,
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Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile,
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And I will come again, my luve,
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Tho 'twere ten thousand mile.
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My Love is Like A Red Red Rose
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| Andreas Scholl |
