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my Luve's a red, red rose,
That's sprung in June:
O my Luve's the melodie,
sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my lass,
So deep in am I;
And I luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas dry.

Till a' the gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks wi' the sun;
And I will thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten mile!