Red, Red, Rose

John William Waterhouse, The Soul of the Rose

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 play’d in tune.


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.

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.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

2 Comments

  1. Cookies
    Sep 27, 2011

    Thank you for very good blog about Word Origin. It’s very nice.

  2. ruanna3
    Sep 28, 2011

    Thank you for your comment, Cookies! I’m always happy to see people reading – please check out the other Word of the Day posts if you enjoy obscure words!

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