0, my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. 0, my Luve's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee well, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will love thess till, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run: