My love is like a red red rose
That’s newly [bad word] in June;
My love is like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d 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 o’ life [bad word] 

And fare thee weel, my only love
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I [bad word] again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.