Friday, January 25, 2013

My Ear's Like A Red, Red Rose

Happy Burns Night! January 25 is the birthday of Scottish bard Robert Burns, when folks around the world hold dinners in his honor. Though I have never attended one, I understand they follow a standard order and involve eating haggis, drinking Scotch, and reciting his poems. They traditionally end with the singing of Auld Lang Syne, which he wrote.

Although I have a few other potentially appropriate, Scotland-related earrings, for Burns Night, I have chosen the red, red roses pictured. Why these? In honor of the following Rabbie Burns poem:

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 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:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

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