Red Rose

0, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
0, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,

Fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run: