My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose

O, my love is like a red, red rose thats newly sprung in june,

O, my love is like a melody thats sweetly played in tune.

So 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 of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!

And fare thee weel awhile,

And I will come again, my dear,

Thotwere ten thousand mile ...

Thotwere ten thousand miles my dear,

Thotwere ten thousand miles...

And I will come again, my dear,

Thotwere ten thousand miles.