Burns Night
söndag 25 januari, 2009 kl. 10:40A Red, Red Rose (1794) 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 […]