A Red,Red Rose（在线收听）

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