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(=welD), my only luve And fare thee weel a while And i will come again, my luve, Tho'(though) it were ten Thousand mileTill 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(=well), my only luve, And fare thee weel a while; And I will come again, my luve, Tho’(=though) it were ten Thousand mile!