A Red, Red Rose
by ROBERT BURNS (1759-1796)
O my luve’s like a red, red rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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 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!
![]() Robert Burns wrote his first poem when he was 15 years old. The poem was called “Handsome Nell” about his first love, Nellie Blair “O once I loved a bonnie lass, Burns was a charming ladies’ man, and many of his famous love poems have been connected with the various women who he fell in love with and vice versa. |
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