O my [Luve's]1 like a red, red rose 
  That's newly sprung in June: 
O my [Luve's]1 like the melodie 
  That's sweetly play'd in tune. 

As fair [art thou]2, my bonnie lass, 
  [So]3 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]4! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
  Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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Notes
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.
Stanza 4, line 4: in Owen's setting, on the last repetition of this line, it becomes "All ten thousand mile" in various forms across the voices.

¹ Beach, Owen, and Scott: "Luve is"; Bacon: "love's"
² Owen: "thou art"
³ Scott: "Sae"
⁴ Owen: "awhile"

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"
• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , "Η π’ αγαπώ ’ναι ρόδο ροζ", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (József Lévay) , "Szerelmem, mint piros rózsa..."
• IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 112

Mein Schatz ist eine rote Ros',
Im holden Mai erblüht;
Zu hören ihre Stimme bloß,
Ist mir das schönste Lied.

Und wie du hold bist, süßes Herz,
So lieb' ich dich so sehr.
Und lieben werd' ich dich, mein Herz,
Bis trocken wird das Meer.

Bis alle Meere trocken sind,
Die Sonne schmilzt den Stein,
Will ich dich lieben, süßes Kind!
Im tiefsten Herzen mein.

Leb wohl! leb wohl! mein einzig Lieb,
Leb wohl auf kurze Zeit.
Ich komme, komme bald, mein Lieb,
Wär's tausend Meilen weit!