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ÈÕÆÚ:2009-05-15
A Red, Red Rose
O 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 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£»
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o¡¯ life shall run£®
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho¡¯ it were ten thousand mile!
By Robert Burns
O 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 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£»
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o¡¯ life shall run£®
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho¡¯ it were ten thousand mile!
By Robert Burns