“A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns


PG_1063Burns_NaysmithcropO 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 bonie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

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