O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in june,   O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.   So 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 of life shall run.   And fare thee weel, my only love!   And fare thee weel awhile,   And I will come again, my dear,   Tho''twere ten thousand mile ...      Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,   Tho''twere ten thousand miles...   And I will come again, my dear,   Tho''twere ten thousand miles.