A Red, Red Rose - Camera Obscura

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June

O my Luve’s like 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 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

I will love thee still, my Dear

While the sands o‚ life shall run

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve

Tho‚ it were ten thousand mile!