Poems of Robert Burns A Red,Red Rose 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. A Man's a Man for for A'That Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head,an'a'that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a'that! For a'that,an'a'that. Our toils obscure an'a'that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a'that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey,an'a'that? Gie fools their silks,and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a'that. For a'that,an'a'that, Their tinsel show,an'a'that, The honest man,tho'e'er sae poor,Poems of Robert Burns A Red, Red Rose 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. A Man’s a Man for for A’That Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave - we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that, The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor