Red Red Rose by Robert Burns

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 played in tune.

As fair art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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 still, my dear,
While the sands o' shall run.

robert burns cottage Robert Burns was born in a small humble cottage in Alloway, Scotland, 1759. He went on to become Scotland's greatest poet.... Red Red Rose is only one of many fine pieces.

he died at the age of only 37....who knows what he would have produced, given a few more years? This poem was sent in by May, from Scotlands Enchanting kingdom.

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