Oh my love is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my love is like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair thou art , my bonie lasso, 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 o’life shall run. And fare thee weel,my only love, And fare thee weel awhile; And I will come again, my love, tho’it were ten thousand mile!
