Crocheting The 2015 Sky

June 2015

A Red Red Rose

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,

Thant’s newly sprung in June.

O, my Luve’s like a melodie

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love 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 love thess till, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run;

And fare thee well, my only luve!

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my luve,

Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

By Robert Burns

 

Grandma Snyder

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