Burns_verse | Red Red Rose

The verse of Robert Burns

Detail from an unsigned, undated oil painting owned by Ancient Light Lodge No.88 in Delta, British Columbia. You can also download a grayscale version or silhouette.

A Red Red Rose.

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 though, 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.

A 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.

Transcribed from The Works of Robert Burns,; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings. To which are prefixed, some observations on the character and condition of the Scottish peasantry. In four volumes. Vol. II. The Second Edition. London: Printed for T. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, Strand; and W. Creech, Edinburgh. 1801. Printed by R. Noble in the Old Bailey [467 pages] p. 343.