To My Dear Wife, A Red, Red Rose:

O, my love is like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in October.

O, my love is like the melodie,

That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair are you, my bonny girl,

So deep in love am I,

And I will love you forever, my dear,

Till all the seas go dry.

Till all the seas go dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun!

And I will love you still, my dear,

While the sands of life shall run.

Come, my only love,

Together we will be on the road,

Where ten thousand mile is just a beginning!