Oh, my love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: Oh, my love is like the 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 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 well, my only love, Oh fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my love, Thou' it were ten thousand mile.