O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
So fair thou art, my bonnie 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:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare the weel, my only love,
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
