Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose lyrics

O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O myluve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie la**, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.