Photo by LLW
O my luve's like a red, red rose,
space That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
spaceThat's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
space So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
space Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
space And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
space While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
spaceAnd fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again my luve,
spaceThough it were ten thousand mile.