Red Red Rose

O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That 's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That 's sweetly played in tune.
As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun
O I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while
And I will come again, my Love,
Although it were ten thousand mile