A Red, Red Rose
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O, my luve is like the melodieThat'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!And 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 a while!And I will come again, my luve,Tho' it were ten thousand mile!