Deoridhe Grimsdottir Quandry:
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
Deoridhe Grimsdottir Quandry:
That's newly sprung in June
Deoridhe Grimsdottir Quandry:
As fair art thou, my bonie lass
Deoridhe Grimsdottir Quandry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
Deoridhe Grimsdottir Quandry:
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!