O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June,
|
O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
|
So 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:
|
And I will love thee still, my dear,
|
while the sands of life shall run.
|
And fare thee weel, my only love!
|
And fare thee weel awhile,
|
And I will come again, my dear,
|
tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
|
|
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
|
Tho''twere ten thousand miles...
|
And I will come again, my dear,
|
Tho''twere ten thousand miles.
|
|
-----------------
|
My Love is Like a Red Red Rose
|
| John McDermott |
