Robert Burns

This past Sunday, January 25, was the 250 birthday of Robert Burns. Maybe I shouldn’t admit my lack of literary history knowledge, but I didn’t realize this was his big day. I was just listening to a CD of Celtic poetry on Friday, and his poems (recited in a nice Scottish brogue, of course, just as they were intended) were my favorite part.

At the risk of angering the internet/poetry gods, here is one of my favorites, borrowed from The Writer’s Almanac http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2009/01/25. So please enjoy…but do your best to do so in a nice Scottish brogue:

Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is 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 the weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

 

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