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O, my love is like a red, red rose thats newly sprung in june, |
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O, my love is like a melody thats sweetly played in tune. |
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So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i; |
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And I will love thee still, my dear till a the seas gang dry. |
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Till a the seas gang dry my dear, |
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And the rocks melt wi the sun: |
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And I will love thee still, my dear, |
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While the sands of life shall run. |
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And fare thee weel, my only love! |
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And fare thee weel awhile, |
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And I will come again, my dear, |
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Thotwere ten thousand mile ... |
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Thotwere ten thousand miles my dear, |
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Thotwere ten thousand miles... |
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And I will come again, my dear, |
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Thotwere ten thousand miles. |
