Ballad · Love
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns · 1794
1O my Luve is like a red, red rose
2That's newly sprung in June;
3O my Luve is like the melody
4That's sweetly played in tune.
5So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
6So deep in luve am I;
7And I will luve thee still, my dear,
8Till a' the seas gang dry.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- A Red, Red Rose
- Poet
- Robert Burns
- Published
- 1794
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Ballad, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, For Her, Short
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
- Line length
- Lines run 6-9 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Robert Burns1759–1796
- Source record
- QuillOak curated editionA Red, Red Rose (1794) by robert-burns
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1794
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 cf7c6a722835849c…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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