Tuesday, October 6, 2015

A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns

"Louise Odier", photo gb.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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 love thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
   And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
   Though it were ten thousand mile.
 
 
 
 Robert Burns 1759-1796
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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