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 wille again, my luve,
tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!