[D]my love is [A]like a [Bm]red, red [D]rose,
that's [Em]newly sprung in [A]June,,,[A7]
my [D]love is [A]like the
[Bm]melo[G]dy,
that's [Em7]sweetly [A7]play'd in [D]tune.
[D]As fair thou [A]art, my [G]bonnie [D]lass,
so [A7]deep in [D]love am [A]I,,,[A7]
And [D]I will [Bm]love thee
[G]still, my [D]dear,
till [A]all the [Em]seas [A7]run [D]dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
while
the sands of life shall run.
And fare the weel, my only love
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand
mile
