O my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still my dear,
Until a'the seas gang dry.
Till a'the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
