Elizabeth Davies

O 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. 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. And fare thee well, my only love! And fare thee well awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it be ten thousand mile.