O my Love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Love’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair are thou, my bonie 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:
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Love!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!