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’d 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,
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 Were Ten Thousand Mile