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A Red Rose
O my luve’s like a red, red rose.
That’s newly sprung in June; O my luve’s like a melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love 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; 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, |
Re: A Red Rose
Nyc...
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Re: A Red Rose
very nyc
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