Prepare to celebrate The Bard! No, not Shakespeare, the other Bard, Robert Burns!

For those of you that have not yet marked your calendars, tomorrow night is Burns Night, the annual celebration of the Ploughman Poet, lyricist, folk song collector, rake, and all around party animal, Robert Burns (b. Jan 25, 1759).

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.

 

This rather famous song, attributed to Burns, was actually something he heard a woman singing. It was a folk song he’d collected but just as fine for that!

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