Monday, June 6, 2011

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red red rose
Thats newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melodie
Thats sweetly playd in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love 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:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho it were ten thousand mile.