Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

MY love is like a red red rose
  That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melodie
  That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

So fair art thou, 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 thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
  And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.