O, my love is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June
O, my love is like a melody that’s sweetly played in tune
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 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 of life shall run
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile
And I will come again, my dear
Thotwere ten thousand mile …
Thotwere ten thousand miles my dear
Thotwere ten thousand miles…
And I will come again, my dear
Thotwere ten thousand miles