"Red Rose" - читать интересную книгу автора (Balogh Mary)
Mary Balogh Red Rose
Song My Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: My Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie 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; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare-thee-well, my only Luve! And fare-thee-well, a while! And I will come again, my, Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile! Robert Burns
