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 played 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:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
The roses in my garden are enjoying spring and I’m enjoying them. In the backyard I’ve got bushes full of light pink, dark pink, pink ‘n cream, and pure white roses. Some are very fragrant in addtion to being lovely to look at.
Oh, and that Rabbie Burns connection? I just finished reading a nice cosy mystery called If Books Could Kill, which was set in Edinburgh and had a Burns connection.