“Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.”

— Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose, st. 1
Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)

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Scottish poet and lyricist 1759–1796

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