Day 15 - A Red, Red Rose - by Robert Burns

I guess I better pick one of Robbie Burns' poems. He was my Dad's favourite poet. My Dad would recite his poetry 'Address to the Haggis' and 'Toast to the Ladies' at the annual Robbie Burn's Day dinners that his community used to celebrate. He even made haggis for a few of them. I wish I could recite this poem with a Scottish accent, that would be so cool. Our family is Scottish, or at least that's what my Dad believes even though his brother thinks we are Irish.

Robbie Burns (1759-1796) was voted the greatest Scot in 2009 by the Scottish people. If you don't know who Robbie Burns is, you have never heard or sung the song Auld Lang Syne.  Burns was quite the ladies man, having many affairs and many children, twelve of which survived.  He died at the age of 37.

Here is my spoken version of this poem:
https://soundcloud.com/raindrop-11/redredrose
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A Red, Red Rose - by Robert Burns

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 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-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

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