A Red, Red Rose
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
thou
art,
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
with
the
sun;
I
will
luve
thee
still
my
dear,
When
the
sands
of
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.