My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

My love is like a red red rose That’s newly sprung in June: My love is like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d 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 o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.