A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Kilmarnock: James M'Kie, 1869): IV, 210. PR 4300 1786ab K5
2 That's newly sprung in June;
3O my Luve's like the melodie
4 That's sweetly play'd in tune.
5As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
6 So deep in luve am I;
7And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
8 Till a' the seas gang dry.
9Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
10 And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
11I will luve thee still my Dear,
12 While the sands o' life shall run.
13And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
14 And fare the weel, a while!
15And I will come again, my Luve,
16 Tho' it ware ten thousand mile!
1] For the melody, and a text based on a collation of early manuscripts and printed texts, see The Poems and Songs of Robert Burns, ed. James Kinsley (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1968): II, 734-35. Back to Line
Publication Start Year:
RPO poem Editors: