O my love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my love's like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, As 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 the sun. I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee well, my only Love, And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my Love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
