A Red, Red Rose
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:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Notes to the poem:
The beautiful ballad was an improvement of a street ballad.
Source:
The Poetical Works Of Robert BurnsCopyright 1910
Ward, Lock, and Co., Ltd