"A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns

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 luve thee still, my Dear,
    Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
    And the rocksmelt wi' the sun:
And I will luve thee still, my Dear
     While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
     And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
      Tho' it were ten thousand mile!