O, My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose

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

And fare the weel, my only love,
And fare the weel, a while !
And I will come again my love,
Tho’ t’were ten thousand mile !

Robert Burns