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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Robert Burns. 1759–1796

503. A Red, Red Rose

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 bonnie lass,         5
  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;  10
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,  15
  Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.