And fare you well, my only love,
And fare you well a while
Oh, I [bad word] again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand miles.

My love is like a red red rose,
That is newly [bad word] in june,
My love is like a melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.

Till all the seas go dry my dear,
And rocks melt with the sun,
Oh, I will love you still, my dear
While sands of life [bad word] 

My love is like a red red rose,
That is newly [bad word] in june,
My love is like a melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.

As fare you are, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my dear,
Till all the seas go dry.