Happy Burns Day (that’s Robert, not Montgomery)

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Happy Robert Burns Day, everyone. To celebrate Scotland’s national bard’s birthday, enjoy one of his best known poems.

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

You can hear a unique version of this poem on the forthcoming William Campbell & Kevin MacNeil album We Are Visible From Space – keep checking back at kevinmacneil.com for details.
Meanwhile here is a link to one of my favourite books (available online) of Burnsiana: the love letters of Sylvander (Burns, always with an eye for the ladies) and Clarinda (Agnes McLehose, educated Edinburgh woman, married but separated, an aspiring poet).

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