my love is like a red red rose

my love's like a red

red rose

that's newly sprung in june;

my love is like a melody

so sweetly play'd in tune

as fair art thou

my bonnie lass

so deep in love am i;

and i will love thee still

my dear

though all the seas gone dry. though all the seas gone dry

my dear

and the rocks melt with the sun;

i will love thee still my dear

though the sands o' life shall run. so fare-thee-weel

my only love!

and fare-thee-weel awhile!

and i will come to you again

though it were ten thousand miles!

though it were ten thousand miles

my dear

though it twere ten thousand miles. i will come to you again. though it twere ten thousand miles.