Sunday, January 25, 2009

Find me a red rose . . .

A Red, Red Rose

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!
- Robert Burns

It's Burns Night - let's celebrate Scotland's national poet Robert Burns (January 25, 1759 – July 21, 1796) - Happy Birthday Rabbie Burns!

Commemorate the 250th birthday of Robert Burns with a Burns Supper and toast the bard that gave us Auld Lang Syne

A Burns Supper is a memorable event, be prepared to down liberal tots of the "water of life" (uisge beatha) – Scotch whisky and recite at least one poem by the Bard of Scotland.  Seek out a Burns Club, get in the mood for a wonderful evening, listen to the bagpipes and toast the Lassies/Laddies.  

If you are in Scotland May 16th - 24th 2009 plan to attend the Burns Festival.

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