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 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 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' it were ten thousand mile.