The Book of Scottish Song/A red, red Rose

A red, red Rose.

[Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum. Burns says, "The tune of this song is in Neil Gow's first collection, and is there called Major Graham." See the following song.]

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.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
Sae deep in love 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 love 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,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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