A Red, Red Rose

<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 plaied in tune.

As fair art 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;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.

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