O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my Luve's 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
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' it were ten thousand mile.

And I will luve thee still, my dear
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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Writer(s): Jacques Chaumelle, John Cameron, Robert Burns