I wanted to post this poem, purely so I will always remember it. My grandfather loved Rabbie Burns poetry andhis favourite to read to us was “My Heart’s in the Highlands” (equally as great!), but there is something about A Red Red Rose that lifts my spirits and many times brings a tear to the eye!
So if you don’t already know it, I hope you enjoy! Don’t panic either, it’s not spelling mistakes, it’s the wonderful language that is Scottish!
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.