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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

II. Parting and Absence

“O, my Luve ’s like a red, red rose”

Robert Burns (1759–1796)

O, MY Luve ’s like a red, red rose

That ’s newly sprung in June:

O, my Luve ’s like the melodie

That ’s sweetly played in tune.

As 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:

And 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 awhile!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.


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