| my luve is like a red red rose
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| that’s newly sprung in june
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| my luve is like the melodie
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| that’s sweetly played in tune
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| till a' the seas gang dry my dear
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| and rocks melt wi' the sun
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| and i will luve thee still my dear
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| while sands o' life shall run
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| as fair art thou my bonie lass
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| so deep in luve am i and i will luve thee still my dear
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| till a' the seas gang dry
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| and fare thee weel my only luve
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| and fare thee weel awhile
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| and i will come again my luve
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| though it were ten thousand mile
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| till a' the seas gang dry my dear
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| and rocks melt wi' the sun
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| and i will luve thee still my dear
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| while sands o' life shall run
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| as fair art thou my bonie lass
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| so deep in luve am i and i will luve thee still my dear
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| till a' the seas gang dry
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| till a' the seas gang dry my luve
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| till a' the seas gang dry
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| till a' the seas gang dry my luve
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| till a' the seas gang dry
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| my luve is like a red red rose
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| that’s newly sprung in june
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| my luve is like the melodie
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| that’s sweetly played in tune
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| till a' the seas gang dry my dear
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| and rocks melt wi' the sun
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| and i will luve thee still my dear
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| while sands o' life shall run |