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 art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deeply 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 with the sun!

And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while!

And I will come again, my love,
Though it ten thousand miles!

Poem by Robert Burns