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.
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.
