Robert Burns read by Classic Poetry Aloud
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My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns (1759 –1796)
My luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie 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!
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!
Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009
