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