Burns Night

Tonight is Burns Night, the annual celebration supper commemorating the life and works of the Scottish poet Robert Burns. So for everyone who is joining in with the festivities I hope that they go well and here is my tribute to the Scottish bard.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

BBC Robert Burns

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