A RED, RED ROSE

O, my love is like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June,

O my love is 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 love thee still, my dear,

Till  the seas gang dry.

Till a the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt the sun!

And I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee will, my only love,

And fare thee will awhile!

And I will come again, my love,

Thought it were ten thousand mile!