A Red Red Rose
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.
我的爱人像一朵红红的玫瑰??
我有,但是没分,不打字