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 thou art, 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,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
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.

But fare thee well, my only Luve
O fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Tho' it were ten thousand mile, my dear
Tho' it were ten thousand mile:
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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