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 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 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 onlu luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
