A Red, Red Rose

By 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 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 with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear
When the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

This famous love poem is actually a Scottish ballad written by Robert Burns in 1794, which has become more popular as a love poem than a song.