Burns Original

O, my luve's like a red, red rose, 
That's newly [bad word] in June. 
O, my luve's like the melodie, 
That's sweetly play'd in tune. 

As fair art thou, my bonie lass, 
So deep in luve 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! 
O I will luve thee still, my Dear, 
While the sands o' life [bad word]  

And fare thee weel, my only Luve, 
And fare thee weel a while! 
And I [bad word] again, my Luve, 
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Standard English Translation

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

As fair are you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life [bad word] 

And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!
And I [bad word] again, my Love,
Although it were ten thousand mile!