My love is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd 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 o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
- Robert Burns