Tonight is Burns Night, when traditionally the life and works of Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-1796) is celebrated with a supper. The event includes pipers, toasts, speeches and readings of Burns' poems and of course the meal itself, centred around a traditional haggis.
We'd like to wish David, our Scottish followers and all those of Scots heritage around the world a very happy Burns Night!
A Red, Red Rose
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 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!
If you want to know more about the celebration check out the BBC guide here
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