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.
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
But fare thee well, my only love!
O fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though 'twere ten thousand miles.
Though 'twere ten thousand mile, my love,
Though 'twere ten thousand mile;
And I will come again, my love,
Though 'twere ten thousand mile.
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