Robert Burns (1759-1796)
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all the seas gang dry.
'Til all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ 'twere ten thousand mile.
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all the seas gang dry.
'Til all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ 'twere ten thousand mile.