Six Excellent Songs (Newton Stewart)/A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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A RED, RED ROSE

 

O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O my love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As 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, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.