A Red, Red Rose
My Love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Love's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd 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 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 Love, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my Love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns