A Red Red Rose... A song for Roses. On a Gaelic shore !

My luve is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in mars;
My luve is like the melodies
That's sweetly played in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.


And fare-thee-well, my only luve !
and fare-the-well a while !
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile !