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’d 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 were ten thousand mile.