24 levi ojeda Un-Robert Frost

Un-Robert Frost

6. O MY flattop’s like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
That's sweetly grooving in tune!

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 5
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee rollercoaster still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 10
I will luve thee still, my joker,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only cracker,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve, 15
Tho' it were ten thousand mile