O My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose | O my Luve's like a red, red rose

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

My luve is like a red, red rose

Language: Scottish (Scots)

Our translations: FRE GRE IRI

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

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
  Sae 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; 
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 a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
  Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Note: due to a similarity in first lines, Berg's song O wär' mein Lieb' jen' Röslein roth is often erroneously indicated as a translation of this poem.

Composition:

Francis George Scott

Scottish Lyrics, Book 4

Songs of Francis George Scott

Text Authorship:

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

SWG Swiss German (Schwizerdütsch) (August Corrodi) , "Min schatz ist wienes Röseli", first published 1870
CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Má milá jest jak růžička"
HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (József Lévay) , "Szerelmem, mint piros rózsa..."

Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Iain Sneddon [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 109