John Barrowman Red Red Rose
O 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;
O 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 awhile!
And I will come again my love,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
O 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
