O my Love' like a red, red rose
          That's newly sprung in June:
      O my Love's like the 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 go dry.

      Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
          And the rocks melt with the sun;
      I will love thee still, my dear,
          While the sands of life shall run.

      And fare thee well, my only love!
           And fare thee well a while!
      And I will come again my love,
           Though it were ten thousand mile.

                         Robert Burns