Tone: G# (G Capo 1)
Oh my [G]Love is like [D]a red [Em], red rose [C]
That’s [Am]newly [Am7]sprung in [D]June [D7];
Oh my [G]Love is [D]like the [Em]me-lody [C]
That’s [Am]sweetly [D]played in [Gsus4]tune [G].
So [G]fair [Em]art thou, my [C]bonnie lass [G],
So [Am]deep in [Am7]love am [D]I [D7];
And [G]I will [D]love thee [Em]still, my [C]dear,
Till [Am]all the [D]seas [D7]gang [G]dry.
Till [G]all the [D]seas gang [Em]dry, my [C]dear,
And the [Am]rocks melt [Am7]will the [D]sun [D7];
Oh [G]I will [D]love thee [Em]still, my [C]dear,
While the [Am]sands of [D]life shall [G]run.
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[G] [D] [Em] [C] [Am] [Am7] [D] [D7]
[G] [D] [Em] [C] [Am] [D] [G]
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Till [G]all the [D]seas gang [Em]dry, my [C]dear,
Till [Am]all the [Am7]seas [D]gang [D7]dry.
Oh [G]I will [D]love thee [Em]still, my [C]dear,
Till [Am]all the [D]seas [D7]gang [G]dry.
But [G]fare thee [D]weel, my [Em]only [D]love!
[Am]fare thee [Am7]weel [D]awhile! [D7]
And [G]I will [D]come [Em]again, my [D]luve,
Though [Am]were [D]ten thousand [G]miles.
Oh [G]I will [D]come a [Em]gain my [C]love
though [Am]were ten [D]thousand [G]miles.