A Red, Red Rose

¹O my Luve is like a red, red rose

²That is newly sprung in June;

³O my Luve is like the melody

⁴That is sweetly played in tune.

⁵So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

⁶So deep in luve am I;

⁷And I will luve thee still, my dear,

⁸Till a' the seas gang dry.

⁹Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

¹⁰And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

¹¹I will luve thee still, my dear,

¹²While the sands o' life shall run.

¹³And fare thee weel, my only luve!

¹⁴And fare thee weel awhile!

¹⁵And I will come again, my luve,

¹⁶Though it were ten thousand mile.