Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)A Red, Red Rose
TUNE —‘Wishaw’s Favourite.’
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That ’s newly sprung in June:
My luve is like the melodie
That ’s sweetly played 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:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho it were ten thousand mile.