My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like a melody So sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lad, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Though all the seas gone dry. Though all the seas gone dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still my dear, Though the sands o' life shall run. So fare-thee-weel, my only love! And fare-thee-weel awhile! And I will come to you again, Though it were ten thousand miles! Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear Though it were ten thousand miles. I will come to you again. Though it were ten thousand miles