Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.
--
A Red, Red Rose, st. 1Robert Burns
I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The luve o’ life’s young day!William Motherwell
Do you recall that night in June
Upon the Danube River;
We listened to the ländler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver.Charles Hamilton Aide
Do you recall that night in June
Upon the Danube River;
We listened to the ländler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver.Charles Hamilton Aide
I have heard the mavis singing
Its love-song to the morn;
I've seen the dew-drop clinging
To the rose just newly born.Charles Jeffreys
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauties, orient deep
These flow'rs, as in their causes, steep.Thomas Carew
Burns, Robert
Burns, Steve
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