My love's like a red, red rose
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That's newly sprung in June;
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My love is like a melody
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So sweetly play'd in tune
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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
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So deep in love am I;
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And I will love thee still, my dear,
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Though all the seas gone dry.
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Though all the seas gone dry, my dear,
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And the rocks melt with the sun;
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I will love thee still my dear,
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Though the sands o' life shall run.
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So fare-thee-weel, my only love!
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And fare-thee-weel awhile!
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And I will come to you again,
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Though it were ten thousand miles!
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Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear
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Though it twere ten thousand miles.
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I will come to you again.
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Though it twere ten thousand miles.
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My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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| Eva Cassidy |
