O my Love 's like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Love 's like the melodies
That's sweetly played in tune!
As 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 with' the sun;
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,
tho' it were ten thousand mile
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