(Robert Burns) 0, my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. 0, my love is like a melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair thou art, 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! And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare the weel, my only luve! And fare the well awhile! And I will come again, my love. Tho it were ten thousand mile! Tune:Major Graham's Red Red Rose (453) @Scots @love Filename[ REDREDRO Play.exe REDREDRO ARB