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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."