Oh, my love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh, my love's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my love,
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:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee will my only Love!
And fare thee will a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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to my love from a card
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