A red red rose O my Luves like

A red, red rose 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 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 luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae farewell, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.

Who sall say that fortune grieves him while the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me dark despair around benights me. I’ll be ne’er blame my partial fancy naething could resist my Nancy; but to see her was to love her love but her and love for ever.

Had we never lov’d sae kindly had we never lov’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted we had ne’er been broken-hearted. Fare the well, thou first and fairest! Fare the well, thou best and dearest thine be ilka joy and treasure, peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure.

“Auld lang syne” Should acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne.