O my love’s like a red, red rose, that’s newly sprung in June;
O my love’s like the melodie that’s sweetly play’d in tune-
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I; and I will love thee still,
my Dear Til a’ the seas gang dry-
Til a’ seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thee still, My Dear, While the sands o’ life shall run-
And fare thee well, my only love! And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again , my love, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
