A RED RED ROSE – Poetry, by Robert Burns

A RED RED ROSE – O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June. O, my Luve’s like a melodie, that’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve 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. I will love thess till, my dear, while the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my love, tho’ it were ten thousand mile. https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Poems-Songs-Robert-Burns/dp/1849342326?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0