My love is like a red red rose
My love is like a red red rose
O, my love is like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June;
O, my love is like the melody that’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I,
and I will love thee still, my dear, till all the seas gang dry;
till all the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt with the sun,
and I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands of life shall run.
But fare thee well, my only love, O, fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love, though t’were ten thou sand mile.
Though t’were ten thousand mile, my love, though t’were ten thousand mile,
and I will come again, my love, though t’were ten thousand mile.