O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's lke the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will kuve thee still, my dear, Till a'the seas gang dry: Till a'the gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi'the sun; I will kyve thee still, my dear, Whilethe sands o' life shall run. And fare th..