My heart is sair-I dare na tell,My heart is sair for Somebody.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met -- or never parted --we had ne'er been broken-hearted

Not the bee upon the blossom,In the pride o' sunny noon;Not the little sporting fairy,All beneath the simmer moon;Not the poet, in the momentFancy lightens in his e'e,Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,That thy presence gi'es to me.

Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.