O, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly [bad word] in June
O, my love's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune

As fair art thou, my bonnie lad
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear
Till a' the seas go dry

Till a' the seas go dry, my Dear
And the rocks melt with the sun!
And I will love thee still, my Dear
While the sands of life [bad word] 

Fare thee well, my only Love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I [bad word] again, my Love,
Though it were ten thousand miles!

O, my love is like a red rose
That's newly [bad word] in June
O, my love's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune