My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My love is 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,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
But fare thee weel, my only love,
Oh fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' twere ten thousand mile.