Oh my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh my love is like the melody,
That's sweetly sung 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 gone dry.
Till all the seas gone dry, my love,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare-thee-will, my only love
And fare-thee-will, a while;
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand miles.
Oh my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh my love is like the melody,
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 all the seas gone dry.
Till all the seas gone dry, my dear
Till all the seas gone dry;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gone dry.