Dagens dikt: A red, red rose av Robert Burns

Om jag bara hade tänkt på att lägga upp denna på St Andrew’s Day… eller kunde bärga mig till Burns Night. Det kan jag tyvärr inte för jag älskar den. 

 

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

As fair art thou, my bonnie 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:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.