Poet's Corner

"A Red, Red Rose"

Robert Burns

Poem explanation

1	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.

5	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,

10	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!

15	And I will come again, my Luve,
	Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Source: Exploring Poetry, Gale, 1997.