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 awhile! 
And I will come again, my luve, 
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.