My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody,
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 all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gone dry, my love,
Till all the seas gone dry,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gone dry.

Till all the seas gone 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 weal, my only love,
Oh! fare thee weal awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though were ten thousand mile.

Though were ten thousand mile, my love,
Though were ten thousand mile,
And I will come again my love,
Though were ten thousand mile.