Poem: “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns

O my love is like a red, red rose 

That’s newly sprung in June; 

O my love is like a melody 

That’s sweetly played in tune. 

So fair art thou, 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 wi’ the sun; 

I will love thee still, my dear, 

While the sands o’ life shall run. 

And fare thee well, my only love! 

And fare thee well awhile! 

And I will come again, my love, 

Though it were ten thousand mile.