23 December 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 4
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve'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 luve 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.
About the author:
1759-1796. An early Romantic, Robert Burns is the best-known of Scottish poets, especially famous for his lyrics, "Auld Lang Syne" and "A Red, Red Rose."
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Robert Burns at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 8, No. 4, where "A Red, Red Rose" ran on December 23, 2008. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic, rhyme.