My luve's like a red rose
That's newly [bad word] in June
My luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will love thee still, my dear

Fare thee well, my only luve
And fare thee well a while
And I [bad word] again, my luve
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will love thee still, my dear

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun
I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life [bad word] 

My luve's like a red rose
That's newly [bad word] in June
My luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will love thee still, my dear

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun
I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life [bad word] 

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun
I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life [bad word]