O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June,

O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played 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 of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!

And fare thee weel awhile,

And I will come again, my dear,

tho''twere ten thousand mile ...



Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,

Tho''twere ten thousand miles...

And I will come again, my dear,

Tho''twere ten thousand miles.