My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

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.