A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red

rose

That’s newly sprung in

June :

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in

tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie

lass,

So deep in love am I :

And I will love 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 love thee still, my

dear,

While the sands o’ life

shall run.

And fare thee weel, my

only love,

And fare thee weel a while !

And I will come again, my

love,

Thou’ it were ten thousand

mile.