A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So 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;
I will love 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,
Though it were ten thousand mile
Born: 25 January 1759, Alloway, Scotland
Died: 21 July 1796, Dumfries, Scotland
Robert Burns, better known as Rabbie Burns, is was a poet and lyricist. Regarded as the national poet of Scotland, he is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language. A pioneer of the Romantic Movement Burns was a source of inspiration to the founders of both socialism and liberalism.