A Red Red Rose

O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the Melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in live am I;
And I will live thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry:

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will Love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee wheel, my only love,
And fare thee wheel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho it ware ten thousand mile.