A Red, Red Rose

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Robert Burns wrote this song in the Scots language in 1794. Also referred to as My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose.
An illustration for the story A Red, Red Rose by the author Robert Burns
An illustration for the story A Red, Red Rose by the author Robert Burns
An illustration for the story A Red, Red Rose by the author Robert Burns
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 well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

A Red, Red Rose was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Wed, Jan 25, 2017

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