l, my dear,

Though all the seas gone dry.

Though all the seas gone dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun;

I will love thee still my dear,

Though the sands o life shall run.

So fare-thee-weel, my only love!

And fare-thee-weel awhile!

And I will e to you again,

Though it were ten thousand miles!

Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear

Though it twere ten thousand miles.

I will e to you again.

Though it twere ten thousand miles

《My Love is Like A Red Red Rose》