Escrito en Martes, 4th mayo 2010 por admin
ROBERT BURNS 1759-1796
A RED, RED ROSE
O my love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair you are, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
‘Til all the seas gone dry.
‘Til all the seas gone dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
‘Though it were ten thousand mile!
* SOME CHANGES HAVE BEEN MADE TO ELIMINATE OLD ENGLISH
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