A Red，Red Rose英国文学导读.pdf

A Red, Red Rose -- by Robert Burns O my Luves like a red, red rose, Thats newly sprung in June: O my Luves like the melodie, Thats sweetly playd 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-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho twere ten thousand mile! 有缘学习更多+谓ygd3076考证资料