A Red, Red Rose

O my luve's like a red, red rose.That's newly sprung in June;O my luve's like a melodieThat's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve 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:
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 a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!