O, my love is like a red, red rose thats newly sprung in june,
O, my love is like a melody thats sweetly played in tune.
So 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 of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
Thotwere ten thousand mile ...

Thotwere ten thousand miles my dear,
Thotwere ten thousand miles...
And I will come again, my dear,
Thotwere ten thousand miles.