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 bonie 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;
And 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' 'twere ten thousand mile!