| My love is like a red red rose that's newly sprung
in June, My love is like a
melody that's sweetly played in tune.
As 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, till a' the seas
gang dry
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
meet with the sun,
And I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands
of life shall run.
But fare thee well my only love ! oh fare thee well a
while !
And I will come again, my love, tho' 'twere ten
thousand miles.
Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles, my love, tho' 'twere
ten thousand miles,
And I will come again, my love, tho' 'twere ten
thousand miles. |
