O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June, O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune. So 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, and the rocks melt wi' the sun: And I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile, And I will come again, my dear, thotwere ten thousand mile ... Thotwere ten thousand miles my dear, Thotwere ten thousand miles... And I will come again, my dear, Thotwere ten thousand miles.