A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns/Gordon Kennedy/Not Applicable
A Red Red Rose
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 played in tune
As fair art thou my bonnie 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
O I will love thee still my dear
While the sands o' life shall run
And fare thee weel my only luve
And fare thee weel awhile
And I will come again my luve
Though it were ten thousand mile
