SONG LXII.

O MY LUVE'S LIKE A RED RED ROSE.

AIR. RED RED ROSE.

I.

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.

II.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:

And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
III.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun :

I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
IV.

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.

POEMS

NOT PUBLISHED IN THE

LIVERPOOL EDITION

OF

BURNS'S WORKS.

L

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE following Poems first made their appearance, accompanied with some others of rather inferior merit, in a small Volume printed at Glasgow for THOMAS STEWART, in 1801. They were introduced by the following sensible observations:

"The following Poems, ascribed to Burns, are presented to the Public without any positive affirmation of their authenticity on the part of the Publisher. It must be confessed, that they appear under circumstances rather disadvantageous, as, whatever was omitted in the Liverpool edition, might be supposed unworthy of the public eye-Let readers judge for themselves.

"Several of these pieces were received by the Publisher in the Author's own manuscript, others were obligingly communicated by friends and admirers of the Bard, and some were collected