I Dearly Love The Red, Red Rose

I dearly love the red, red rose,

That's newly blown in June:

I dearly love the melody,

That's sweetly played in tune.

But twice as much I dearly love

The rose on Mary's cheek,

And twice as much I dearly love

To hear my Mary speak.

For like her voice no music fulls

My heart and soul with glee,

And like herself there's in the world

No red, red rose for me.