O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That i sweetly played in tune.
As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
O I love you still, my Dear,
While the suns of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Although it were ten thousand mile!