My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

So fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
That I will love you still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love you still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

So fare thee well, my only love
And fare thee well awhile
For I'll come to you, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand mile
