Robert Burns The Bard Of Scotland

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.

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’ ’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.