O my luve is like a red, red rose
O my luve is like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in june;O my Luve is like the melodieThat’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, 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, m...
