[00:01.236]A Red,Red Rose[00:02.504]by Robert Burns[00:08.507]O my luve is like a red,red rose,[00:11.008]That's newly sprung in June;[00:14.252]O my luve is like the melodie,[00:16.509]That's sweetly play'd in tune.[00:20.501]As fair art thou,my bonnie lass,[00:22.761]So deep in luve am I;[00:26.011]And I will luve thee still,my dear,[00:28.260]Till a' the seas gang dry.[00:31.514]Till a' the seas gang dry,my dear,[00:34.012]And the rocks melt wi' the sun;[00:37.501]And I will luve thee still,my dear,[00:40.003]While the sands o' life shall run.[00:44.262]And fare thee weel,my only luve![00:46.767]And fare thee weel awhile![00:49.762]And I will come again,my luve,[00:53.508]Tho' it were ten thousand mile.