Da Escócia O, My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose. O, my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my luve is like a melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie 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, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho it were ten thousand mile! Robert Burns (1759- 1796). --------