The odd spelling in this poem is intended to represent the Scottish dialect and can be sounded out as it is written. “Gang” means gone.

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 played 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 a while!
 And I will come again, my Luve,
   Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns

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