O, my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my Dear
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear
Till a' the seas gang dry
And I will luve 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!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
 

Tho' it were ten thousand mile
Tho' it were ten thousand mile
And I will come again, my luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile
And I will come again, my luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile