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!