O, my love’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June
O, my love’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune
As 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 will love thee still, my dear
While the sands o’ life shall run
And fare thee weel, my only love
And fare thee weel a while
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile
Text: Robert Burns (vor 1796)
siehe die deutsche Übersetzung von Wilhelm Gerhard
