O my Luve's like a red, red rose
Robert Burns · 1786
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Robert Burns. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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 weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.