| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| CL. "O my Luve's like a red, red rose" |
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| 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 play'd in tune! | |
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| As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, | 5 |
| So deep in luve am I; | |
| And I will luve thee still, my dear, | |
| Till a' the seas gang dry— | |
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| Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, | |
| And the rocks melt wi' the sun; | 10 |
| I will luve thee still, my dear, | |
| While the sands o' life shall run. | |
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| And fare thee weel, my only Luve! | |
| And fare thee weel awhile! | |
| And I will come again, my Luve, | 15 |
| Tho' it were ten thousand mile. | |
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