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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

Robert Burns

CL. “O my Luve’s like a red, red rose”

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!

As 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 luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.