Robert Burns - Red Red Rose
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my love is 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!
And 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' 'twere ten thousand mile!
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.
As fair are you, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my dear,
Until all the seas go dry.
Until all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
And I will love you still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Though it be ten thousand miles!