O my Luve's like a red, red rose br That's newly sprung in June; br O my Luve's like the melodie br That's sweetly play'd in tune. br br As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, br So deep in luve am I: br And I will luve thee still, my dear, br Till a' the seas gang dry: br br Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, br And the rocks melt wi' the sun: br I will luve thee still, my dear, br While the sands o' life shall run. br br And fare thee well, my only Luve br And fare thee well, a while! br And I will come again, my Luve, br Tho' it were ten thousand mile.