Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.O, my Luve's like a melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair as thou,

my bonnie lass,So deep in luve 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:

I will love thess till, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run:And fare thee well,

my only luve!And fare thee weel,

a while!And I will come again, my luve,

Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.