till a' the seas gang dry.

till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

and the rocks melt wi' the sun;

and i will luve thee still, my dear,

while the sands o' life shall run.

and fare-thee-weel, my only luve!

and fare-thee-weel, a while!

and i will e again, my luve,

tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!