Thursday, January 29, 2009

Burns Night: O my luve is like a red, red rose

That's newly spring 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.

Til a' the seas gang dry my dear,
And the ricks melt wi' the sun;
AndI 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 then thousand mile!

(in Scottish, Grazie a Marcel)

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