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My luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
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My Luve is like a red, red rose This
song was published in the Scots Musical Museum, (Note: Words in margin assist with pronunciation) |
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