O, my love is like a melody that''s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I;
And I will love 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 love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And I will come again, my dear,
tho''''twere ten thousand mile ...

Tho''''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho''''twere ten thousand miles...
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho''''twere ten thousand miles.