Thursday, 11 September 2014

248/365 Robbie Burns Garden



248/365 Robbie Burns Garden

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. 

How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in love am I; 
And I will love thee still, my dear, 
Till all the seas gang dry. 

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear, 
While the sands of life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only love. 
And fare thee weel awhile! 
And I will come again, my love, 
Though it were ten thousand mile.” 
Robert Burns