O, my love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June,

O, my love is like a melodie,

That’s sweetly played in tune.

As 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 !

O, I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare the weel, my only love,

And fare the weel, a while !

And I will come again my love,

Tho’ t’were ten thousand mile !

Robert Burns