My Love She's Like the Red, Red Rose.
Oh! my love's like the red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As 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 all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun,
I will love thee still, my dear,
Till the sands of life shall run.