MY LOVE IS LIKE THE RED RED ROSE.
Reading edition
My love is like the red red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love 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 love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run.
But, fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel awhile; And I will come again, my dear, Though 'twere ten thousand mile.
Burns.