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 l*ss
so deep in luve am i
and i will love 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 sands [?] life shall run
and fare thee weel, my only luve!
and fare thee weel, a while!
and i will come again, my luve
tho[?] it were ten thousand mile!