| "A Red Red Rose" by Robert Burns O my luve is like a red, red rose, That 's newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair thou art, 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' it were ten thousand mile! Back to Heartthrob |