| Song | A red, red rose |
| Artist | Camera Obscura |
| Album | The Music From Beautiful Spain |
| O my Luve's like a red, red rose | |
| That's newly sprung in June | |
| O my Luve's like the melodie | |
| That'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 love 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! |