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 a while!
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile
A Red, Red Rose was written by Ernest Gold & Robert Burns.