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.
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