O MY Luve 's like a red, red rose    
  That 's newly sprung in June:     
O my Luve 's like the melodie    
  That's sweetly play'd in tune!    
 
As fair art thou, my bonnie 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;    
I will luve thee still, my dear,     
  While the sands o' life shall run.    
 
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,    
  And fare thee weel a while!   
And I will come again, my Luve,   
  Tho' it were ten thousand mile.