| My love is like a red, red rose |
| That's newly sprung in
June : |
| My love is like the melody |
That's sweetly played in
tune.
|
| As 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 o' life
shall run.
|
| And fare thee weel, my only love, |
| And fare thee weel a while
! |
| And I will come again, my love, |
Thou' it were ten thousand
mile.
|
