A Red, Red Rose for Valentine’s Day

A Red, Red Rose

By Robert Burns (1759-1796)



O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June.

O, my Luve’s like a melodie

That’ sweetly play’d in tune.


As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.




Until next time. Stop and Smell the Roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady