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 thou art, 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 you 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,
