A red, red Rose

A red, red Rose.

[Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum. Burns says, "The tune of this song is in Neil Gow's first collection, and is there called Major Graham." See the following song.]

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, Sae deep in love am I; And I will love 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 love 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, Though it were ten thousand mile.