（单词翻译:单击）
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 tune1．
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
