A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
That's sweetly played in tune.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
That's newly sprung in June;
And I will come again, my luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
Though it were ten thousand mile.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
So deep in luve am I;
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
O my Luve is like the melody
While the sands o' life shall run.