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O My Lov like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June;

O My Lov like the melodie

That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in lov am I;

And I will lov 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 lov thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only lov,

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my lov,

though it were ten thousand mile.