A Red, Red Rose

Oh my love is like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June:

Oh my love is like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonie 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,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns