O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O my luve is like a melodie
That’s sweetly played 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,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve
Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile.