Red Red Rose

From Robert Burns (Wee Guide)

Burns Night / Burns Supper (25 January)

O my luve is like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June.

O my luve is like a melodie

That’s sweetly played 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,

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve,

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve

Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile.

Burns Night / Burns Supper (25 January)