A Red Red Rose

by robert burns
O my love is like a red red rose
thats newly sprung in june
o my love is like a melodie
thats 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 all the seas gang dry

till all the seas gang dry
and the rocks melt with the sun
i will love thee still my  dear
while the sands of life shall run

and fare thee weel my only love
 and fare thee weel a while
and i would come again my love
thou it were tenthousand mile




yes i just posted a poem because we are going to do a thing called a poem a week. if you want a specific poem just email it to me at 17eday@davis.k12.ut.us we would love to have you send in a poem or two