My  love's  like  a  red,red  rose
That's  newly  sprung  in  June;
My  love  is  like  a  melody
So  sweetly  play'd  in  tune
As  fair  art  thou,my  bonnie  lass,
So  deep  in  love  am  I;
And  I  will  love  thee  still,my  dear,
Though  all  the  seas  gone  dry.
Though  all  the  seas  gone  dry,my  dear,
And  the  rocks  melt  with  the  sun;
I  will  love  thee  still  my  dear,
Though  the  sands  o'life  shall  run.
So  fare  thee  weel,my  only  love!
And  fare-thee-weel  awhile!
And  I  will  come  to  you  again,
Though  it  were  ten  thousand  miles!
Though  it  were  ten  thousand  miles,my  dear
Though  it  twere  ten  thousand  miles.
I  will  come  to  you  again.
Though  it  twere  ten  thousand  miles