1 March 2025 Susannah

Robert Burns & O My Luve is Like a Red, Red Rose

My Luve is Like a Red Rose

One of the great joys of the recent Burns Supper I attended in Scotland was listening to a sung version of O My Luve is Like a Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns. It has to be one of the greatest love poems in our language.

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So 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 love 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,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

The poem dates from 1794 and Burns can best be considered as the compiler or redactor of the poem, rather than its author. He took fragments and lines from other poems and ballads of the time, and exerted his magic on them. It was published in 1799. Since then, those words have been set to many tunes, but today the usual one is the traditional tune of ‘Low Down in the Broom’ with which the words were paired in 1821. The composer Schumann set the words (translated into German) to music for voice and piano. It has been translated into many languages. Bob Dylan claims the poem has been a huge inspiration to his own creativity.

It is, of course, a poem about love. The image of the rose suggests that the speaker’s love is generated by youth and beauty, qualities that will fade as time passes. But then the speaker affirms that these qualities give rise to eternal feelings that will persist, even through death. We then get wonderful images of eternal love – till “a’ the seas gang dry”, till the “rocks melt wi’ the sun”, and until the sands of life run out. The speaker confronts the reality of ageing and death, not only in the beloved, but also in the natural world. The love inspired by youthful beauty, need not end when youth ends.

I had this song played at my wedding – hard to think of anything more romantic!

You can listen to this poem sung by Eddi Reader here:

If you prefer it sung by a man, then listen to this version:

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Red rose with green leaves, https://www.vecteezy.com/photo/49138328-red-rose-with-green-leaves-on-a-white-background; & Portrait of Burns by Alexander Nasmyth, 1787, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17632209

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