O my Luve's like a red, red rose

for choir SATB

Duration 1' 20"

Words by Robert Burns

this piece was written for a Society for the Promotion of New Music composition workshop with the BBC Singers

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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 weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Categories choral - mixed voices unaccompanied