O my Luve is like a red, red rose
ThatтАЩs newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
ThatтАЩs sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till aтАЩ the seas gang dry.
Till aтАЩ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wiтАЩ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands oтАЩ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.