O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lass So deep in luve am I; And I will luve 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...Learn More