"A Red Red Rose" -- Robert Burns 1793

O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune:

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love 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 --
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run!

And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel, a while --
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!