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.