“A RED, RED ROSE”

Robert Burns

O 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 thou art, 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.

1794

Translation by Damaika S.

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