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. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i And I will love 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 love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile, And I will come again, my dear, Tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear, Tho''twere ten thousand miles... And I will come again, my dear, Tho''twere ten thousand miles.
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