Malcolm Tucker (fuckitybye) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2013-01-25 23:58:00 |
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CB Radio to all
[In a much stronger accent than usual, his voice low, speaking at a slow and deliberate pace.]
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 play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie 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 while,
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.