O my Luve's like a red, red rose

Robert Burns

    
    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 luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,   
      While the sands o' life shall run.   
       
    And fare thee weel, my only Luve!   
      And fare thee weel awhile!   
    
    And I will come again, my Luve,   
      Tho' it were ten thousand mile.