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 played 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:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, mu only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.