Rabbie

My picture postcard: There's a statue of Robert Burns at the end of our street on the traffic island in the middle of a junction and I've hardly ever looked at it before even though I must have walked/driven past him hundreds of times.

So, here's A's favourite Burns poem for you:

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!

[Quoted from www.robertburns.org]