RED ROSE

Poem
O my Love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June,O my Love's like the melody That's sweetly played 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; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee wheel, my only Love,And fare thee wheel awhile! And I will come again, my Love, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.