My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my love is 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 gang dry.

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun
And 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 twere ten thousand mile.

Scotland (text by Robert Burns), arr. Jim Clements