As the Bard’s birthday approaches I thought it fitting to share one of his poems about love.
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.
As many people in Scotland and throughout the world will be celebrating his birthday with the traditional Burns supper of haggis and a dram, I thought I would share “To A Haggis.” A poem written to honour one of Scotland’s national dishes.
So haste ye back ma bonnie jo.
Sarah, The Storyteller.