My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like a melodie,
That's 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,
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.
But fare thee weel, my only love!
O, fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand miles.
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 of life shall run.
But fare thee weel, my only love!
O, fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come agian, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand miles.