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发表于 2009-3-27 15:54
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来自: 上海市 电信
A Red Red Rose - a poem by Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played 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;
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 awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
额有些苏格兰方言不过我想大家都能看得懂哈.这首诗很著名的原先是那个,当地的民歌,歌词有些猥琐.后来burns给它改编了一下下.也是我非常喜欢的. |
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