Sunday, January 25, 2009

The birthday of Robert Burns

The Writers Almanac: A Red, Red Rose - by Robert Burns

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!

Sung at i tunes by Jim Malcolm. I once had a famous folk artist from St John's Newfoundland sing the song to me at a private gathering.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Murph,

Lucky you! I love the words/lyrics to the song/poem. It's an amazing feeling being serenaded to...it happened to me once in my life. At the time, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much! I wish I could revisit that moment in my life.

Hope you are well. You must be excited for baseball season...

Take care.