...My love is like a red red rose
That ’ s newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melodie
That ’ s sweetly play ’ d in tune.
So fair art thou , my bonnie l ,
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,