O,my luve is like a red, red rose,
That*s newly sprung in June;
O,my luve is like the melodie
Hat*s sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a* the seas gang dry.
That*s newly sprung in June;
O,my luve is like the melodie
Hat*s sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a* the seas gang dry.