A Red, Red Rose

Ohy my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh my luve is like the melode
That's sweetly play'd in tune

As fair art thou, my bonies lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still my dear
Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' theseas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun,
And I will luve the still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run

And fare thee well , my only luve !
And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile !






A : Robert Burns