O my love is like a red red rose

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'ed in tune.
 
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
 
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry;
And I will luve 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 luve 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’s it were ten thousand mile.