O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like a melody,
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!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o life shall run.
