"red, red rose"

oh my love's like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in june
oh my love's 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, til a'the sea's gang dry


til a'the see's gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt with the sun
and i will love thee still, my dear, while the sands of time shall run


and fare the weel, my only love.
and fare the weel a while


and i will come again


my love


tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile. tho it were ten thousand mile.


tho it were ten thousand mile.