O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
    That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
    That’s sweetly play’d in tune. -

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve 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:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run. -

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
    And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!


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