As England has William Shakespeare. Scotland has Robert Burns.
A writer of beautiful language and imagery he wrote hundreds of poems ranging from love, to people to toothache. It is tradition is Scotland to honor him with a Burns Night Supper where he is toasted and remembered for his contributions.
So for Scottish visitors to MLCWO and in honor of his birthday today, January 25, a little homage to one of the world’s greatest crafter of words.
A Red Red Rose
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 bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
If this whets your appetite for Burns poetry take a visit to an earlier post with another of his wonderful works.