A red red rose
o my luve is like a red red rose
that's newly sprung in June
o my luve is like the melodie
that's sweetly played in tune
as fair art thou ,my bonie lass
so deep in luve am I
and I will luve 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 luve thee still,my dear
while the sands o'life shall run
and fare thee weel,my only luve
and fear thee weel a while
and I will come again,my luve,
tho'it were ten thousand mile.