My Luve is Like A Red, Red Rose

In honor of Valentines Day and the Immortal Memory, the Scottish lover of words and of love itself, Robert Burns, here is one of his more famous poems.

My Luve is Like A Red, Red Rose.

“O, my luve is like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June,

O, my luve is like the melodie

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

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As fair art thou, my bonie lass,

So deep in luve am I,

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

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Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi the sun!

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o life shall run.

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And 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!”