Posted on January 20, 2009 at 12:03am
by Robert Burns
Oh, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
Oh, my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve and 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… Continue