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,
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 Luve
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
Locations in Harold's Library
- The Norton Anthology of Poetry (5th edition) (book) with the title "A Red Red Rose"
- page 759
- The Canongate Burns (book)
- page 412
- in "Songs Published In His Lifetime"
- Notes: followed by notes
Other works with this as their source
- O my Luve’s like a red, red rose (Major Graham’s Strathspey) by Robert Burns
- O my Luve’s like a red, red rose (Low down in the broom) by Robert Burns
- Dem roten Röslein gleicht mein Lieb by Robert Burns
This work has the following connections with other works:
- Theory of the Earth • Morgan: "James Hutton ... who said / to Burns 'Aye, man, the rocks melt wi the sun'
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