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

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gang 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] 

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I [bad word] again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.