Thursday, 16 July 2015

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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