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

As 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 gone dry, my love, 
Till all the seas gone dry, 
And I will love thee still, my dear, 
Till all the seas gone dry.

Till all the seas gone 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] 

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

Though were ten thousand mile, my love, 
Though were ten thousand mile, 
And I [bad word] again my love, 
Though were ten thousand mile.