A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns

O my love's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, 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 wi' the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Love!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!