I am currently studying old English yes I know I am late but I love to write pottery and this one I am about to write is from Robert burns
>A red,red rose < copyright
O, my live is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the melodies,
That’s sweetly play’d in time.
As far art throu, 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!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run
And fare thee week, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand miles!