A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

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,
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:
And 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, awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

(for The Misses)

3 Comments

  1. why is love misspelled as luve? the real robert burn’s poem in poem books is spelt love.

  2. why is love misspelled as luve? is it plagerised? the way it is spelt in the poem books is spelt love.

  3. I think “luve” is the way it was spelled in the original. The books you refer to probably translated the poem to more modern dialect.

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