[Donna English]

Red Red Rose-- Robert Burns

Eeeww, my love has got a red, red nose
That pours like rain in June.
Eeeww, my love has got some malady--
One cough fills a spittoon.

And pale you are, my sickly lass
So matted is your eye,
And I will leave you now, my dear,
Until your cough runs dry.

Until, you’re well, or dead, my dear
I’ll be soaking up the sun.
I’ll be thinking of you nil, my dear
While upon the sand I run.

And fare thee well, contagious love
And fare thee well a while.
I need a some space right now, my love,
At least ten thousand mile!