A RED,RED ROSE
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.
Burns was born in a house built by his father.then he sold the house and took the tenancy of the 70-acre mount oliphant farm here he grew up in poverty and hardship.
Burns night is celebrated on Burns's 25 January. After the grace comes the piping and cutting of the haggis they eat this and drink whisky.