(My Love Is Like) A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played 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 love 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