BURNS NIGHT

Happy Birthday today to Robbie Burns The Bard of Ayrshire.  One of the things on my list is to be in Scotland for Burns Night and go to an official Burns Supper.....but until then I intend to drink several large whiskies to his blessed memory.  He was a man who lived his relatively short life to overflowing....lots of hard work, lots of shagging, lots and lots of drink, creativity, pain and sadness, some fame, but he has lived on far beyond his relatively sequestered life in Scotland in the late 18th century.  He was a pagan in a very restrictive repressive society, who created some very beautiful poetry.

My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June :

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I :

And I will love 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 love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,

And fare thee weel a while !

And I will come again, my love,

Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.   I would recommend to anyone to read some of his poems....or better yet download them onto your iPod, and have a Scotsman read them to you with a beautiful Scottish bur.  I have a collection by Alex Norton of Taggart fame.