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O my Luve is like a red, red rose

   That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

   That's sweetly played in tune.

So 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;

I will love thee still, my dear,