A Red, Red Rose


O, my Luve`s like a red, red rose,
That`s newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve`s like a melodie
That`s sweetly play`d in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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 thess till, my dear,
While the sands o` life shall run:

And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho` it ware ten thousand mile.

Czytaj dalej: Miła ma jak czerwona róża - Robert Burns