0, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly [bad word] in June.
0, my heart is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life [bad word] 

And fare the weel, my only luve!
And fare the well awhile!
And I [bad word] again, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand mile!