A Red, Red Rose<br />by Robert Burns<br /><br />O my Luve&#39;s like a red, red rose<br />That&rsquo;s newly sprung in June;<br />O my Luve&#39;s like the melodie<br />That&rsquo;s sweetly play&#39;d in tune.<br /><br />As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,<br />So deep in luve am I:<br />And I will luve thee still, my dear,<br />Till a&rsquo; the seas gang dry:<br /><br />Till a&rsquo; the seas gang dry, my dear,<br />And the rocks melt wi&rsquo; the sun:<br />I will luve thee still, my dear,<br />While the sands o&rsquo; life shall run.<br /><br />And fare thee well, my only Luve<br />And fare thee well, a while!<br />And I will come again, my Luve,<br />Tho&rsquo; it were ten thousand mile.