My love's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

My love is like a melody

So sweetly play'd in tune

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Though all the seas gone dry.

Though all the seas gone dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun;

I will love thee still my dear,

Though the sands o' life shall run.

So fare-thee-weel, my only love!

And fare-thee-weel awhile!

And I will come to you again,

Though it were ten thousand miles!

Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear

Though it twere ten thousand miles.

I will come to you again.

Though it twere ten thousand miles.