The Thursday Poem

 Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot



My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

My love is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly play'd 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 o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns
(25th January 1759 - 21st July 1796)