O my Love’s like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my Love’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair are thou, my bonie lass,So deep in love am I;And I will love 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 Love!And fare thee weel, a while!And I will come again, my Love,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
