The Red Rose

My Love is like a Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my love is like a melody,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art though , my bonnie lass
So deep in love am I;
And i will lurve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks meet we the sun:
And I will lurve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee- weel my only lurve!
And fare- thee weel , a while!
And I will come again, my lurve,
Tho' twere ten thousand mile!

This is a song by Robert Burns,written in 1794.


J, picked this beautiful rose in our garden this afternoon.