• O my luve's like a blue, blue bonnet.
    That's newly sprung in summer;
    O my luve's like a techno song
    That's sweetly play'd in randomness.
    And I will love thee still, my Dear,
    Till a'the seas go dry.
    Till a' the seas go dry, my Dear,
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
    I will luve you forever still, my Dear,
    While the sands of life shall run.
    And fare you weel my only Luve!
    And fare you weel a while!
    And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho' it were ten thousand mile!