Poem by Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

MY love is like a red red rose
  That’s newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melodie
  That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

So fair art thou, 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.

1. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
2. Farewell to Ballochmyle
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Gala Water
5. The Carles of Dysart

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