Red Rose

Song

My Luve is like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June:

My Luve is like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie 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,

Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns