My love is like a red, red rose Thats newly sprung in june, My love is like a melody Thats 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 all the seas run dry. Till all the seas run dry my dear, And rocks melt with the sun: And I shall love thee still, my dear, While sands of life shall run. But fare thee weal, my only love! And fare thee weal awhile, And I will come again, my love, Though were ten thousand mile Till all the seas run dry, my dear And rocks melt with the sun And I shall love thee still, my dear While sands of life shall run But fare thee weal, my only love! And fare thee weal awhile And I will come again, my love Though were ten thousend mile