My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

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.