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 fear art thou, my bonny lass, So deep in love am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas go dry. Till all the seas go dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the son! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee well, my only love, And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my love, Through it were ten thousand mile!