a red, red rose
My love is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June, 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 a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun, And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my love, Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.