Oh my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my love is like the 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 at the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Love!
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile!
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