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