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It's Burns Night - January 25




Today, January 25, is the annual celebration of Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet. Whether you are a fan of poetry or not, you've undoubtedly mumbled through a bit of Burns' work on New Year's Eve: Burns wrote Auld Lang Syne.

Even if you don't have any haggis on hand for supper, perhaps tonight you can nonetheless pour yourself a drop of whisky, download the Robert Burns app, and read a bit of poetry.

A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns

O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O, my luve is 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;
And I will love 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!