一朵红红的玫瑰 A Red,Red Rose 罗伯特·彭斯(Robert Burns)(1759-1796)
O, my Luve' is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie? That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass So deep in Luve am I, And I will Luve 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! And I will Luve thee still, my dear, While the sands O’life" shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel a whilel3! And I will come again, my Luve! Tho'z' it were ten thousand mile!