Oh, My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my luve is like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

My love is like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny 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 luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!

And fare thee weel, awhile!

And I will come again, my love

Though it were ten thousand mile.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.