The Haggis is on and Whisky at the ready...Following my roots to Scotland, today 25th Jan we celebrate the birthday of a national Poet/Lyricist/Farmer, Robbie Burns. A tradition that has been running for over two hundred years.
O' My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose:
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie 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!
And 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!
RIP.
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