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. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, 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 fare thee weel awhile!
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
Though it were ten thousand mile.
That's newly sprung in June;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
Till a' the seas gang dry.
So deep in luve am I;
That's sweetly played in tune.
O my Luve is like the melody
And I will come again, my luve,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
I will love thee still, my dear,
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
While the sands o' life shall run.