To my Highland Honey

[muckefuck]

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

--Robert Burns

Comments

[stoutfellow.livejournal.com]

Huh. I just realized something: Mary Chapin Carpenter's "10000 Miles" is drawn, at least in part, from that poem. (She's done that before: "Grow Old With Me" echoes Browning's "Rabbi ben Ezra".)

[foodpoisoningsf.livejournal.com]

He said that to all the girls.

[febrile.livejournal.com]

I still remember singing an Americanized version of this in high school. I remember the bass line having "seeeeeas... ruuuuuuun... dryyyyyyyy!" and wanting the whole time to sing "gaaaaaang," but knowing it would screw everyone up.