A Red, Red Rose

My Sweet Rose. John William Waterhouse. 1908.


A Red, Red Rose

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,

Soo 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!

O 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,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

3 thoughts on “A Red, Red Rose”

  1. This is one of my favorite paintings! I actually have a Celtic music CD with this painting on the cover.

    1. The Pre-Raphaelites are the reason it took me so long to cut my hair. I love Waterhouse’s women!

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