O my luve is like a red, red rose
O my luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve is 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 ga...
