o my luve s like a red red rose that s newly sprung in june o my luve s like the melodie that s sweetly play d in tune as fair art thou my bonnie lass so deep in luve 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 i will love thee still my dear while the sands o life shall run and fare thee weel my only luve and fare thee weel a while and i will come again my luve tho it were ten thousand mile 