Вершы: Camera Obscura. Other. 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 love 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 love 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!