A RED ROSE by Robert Burns O, my love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my love is like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonny lass, So deep in love am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my deat, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee well, my only love! And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.