Byron and Burns

So We’ll Go No More A-Roving

So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
 
For the sword outwears it’s sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.
 
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

by the most famous Scottish Poet Robert Burns (1759 – 96)

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 love the 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 love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
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!

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