William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
A Red, Red RoseRobert Burns (17591796)
O
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
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, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!