• O my Love 's like a red, red rose
    That 's newly sprung in June:
    O my Love 's like the melodies
    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 a' the seas gang dry:

    Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt with' the sun;
    I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only Love,
    and fare thee weel a while!
    And I will come again, my Love,
    tho' it were ten thousand mile