A Red, Red Rose : Robert Burns : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :

A Red, Red RoseBY ROBERT BURNSO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gangContinue reading “A Red, Red Rose : Robert Burns : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :”

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