Modeling Burns

A Red, Red Rose

My Version:

O, my love is like a red, red, tulip.

 That’s bright and happy in my sight:

O, my love is like a song,

 Playing through my mind every night.

My love is beautiful,

 I think about it all the time,

And I will love it forever,

 And hope that it’s always mine.

I will keep it deep in my heart,

 Until it can no longer stay,

And I will cherish it forever,

 And be happy in every way.

But for now my love,

I have to let go of you,

But, I’ll come back when I can,

Because I love you. 

My Version:

O my luve is like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June;

O, my luve is 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. 

Works Cited

Horton, Ronald A. British Literature for Christian Schools. Greenville, SC: Bob Jones University Press, 1992. Print