Newly sprung in January!

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.

Robert Burn's take on a traditional Scots song.

Well said Rabbie, I couldn't have put it better myself! My own love and I much enjoyed ourselves last night at your birthday bash, feasting on the fine traditional fare and listening to your songs and poems.

You might like to listen to Karen Matheson's singing of the song.