A Red, Red Rose

Rose
A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns (1759 – 1796)
 
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 weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

I took the photo of this rose in the beautiful area of Gorges du Tarn, which I visited last week and did use a little photoshop effect on it. More of my photos here, or here as a slideshow

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9 thoughts on “A Red, Red Rose

  1. Wow…you brought back some great memories for me! We visited the Gorges du Tarn in the early 90’s. It was AWESOME! Didn’t have a digital camera then and bet I went through 3 rolls of film. Love your rose.

  2. We were there once in 1998. It is a beautiful part of France!

    Rabbie Burns! The local boy! He sure crammed in a lot of living into his short life!

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