A Red, Red Rose, Robert Burns

 O my Love is like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

O my Love is like the melody 

That's 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,

Til all the seas gang dry.

Til all the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear, 

While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love!

And fare thee well awhile!

And I will come again, my love

Though it were ten thousand mile.