My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
My heart is like a melody,
That sweetly plays its tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lad, (art- are)
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all the seas gang dry. (gang- go)
'Til all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I shall love thee still, my dear,
Though the sands o' life shall run.
But fare-thee-weel, my only love,
And fare-thee-weel, a while,
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
My love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
My heart is like a melody,
That sweetly plays its tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lad,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all the seas gang dry
And I will love thee still, my dear,
'Til all, all the seas gang dry.
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