Poetry of Robert Burns
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 melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
So 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 weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
A selection of Poems, Ballads and Songs
- Ae fond kiss
- Auld Lang Syne
- Ye Banks and Braes
- To a Mountain Daisy
- A man’s a man for a’that
- The Selkirk Grace
- Scots wha hae
- To a louse
- Address to a Haggis
- To a mouse
- Death and Doctor Hornbook
- My love is like a red red rose
- Green grow the rashes O’
- Rantin’, rovin’, Robin
- Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
- Tam O’ Shanter