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 melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
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;
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 awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.