الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Oh my love's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
Oh my love's like a winsome melody,
Thou art fair, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all the seas run dry.
'Til all the seas run dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
