My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

by Robert Burns

My love is like a red red rose 
That’s newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love you still, my dear,
Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
And I will love you still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run

And fare you well, my only love
And fare you well, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Although  it were ten thousand mile.