A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

A Red,
Red Rose

          –  Robert Burns

O my
Luve is like a red, red rose

   That’s newly sprung in June;

O my
Luve is like the melody

   That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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
love 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,

   Though it were ten thousand mile.