诗歌a red red rose.pptVIP

A Red Red Rose ——Robert Burns O, my luve’s like a red, red rose, Thats newly sprung in June. O,my luve’s like the melodie, 　 Thats 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. 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 ! Transl