Red Rose

O my ❤️'s like a red, red 🌹. That's newly sprung in june; O my ❤️'s like a melodies. That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in ❤️ am l; And l will ❤️ thee still, my dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Thee a'the seas gang dry, my dear, And the 🪨 melt wi' the ☀️: l will ❤️ thee still, my dear, While the sands o'life shall run. And fare thee weel my only ❤️! And fare thee well a while? And l will come again, my ❤️, Tho' it were ten thousand mile!