my luve is like a red red rose

Happy Rabbie Burns' Day!!! This is as Scottish as I'm getting today, another one of those pretty 21st presents I got over the summer. It's difficult to feel Scottish when you're at the other end of the country and so in an attempt to connect with my roots here's my favourite Burns poem. In my dissertation research I've been labouring over translating and analysing ancient dog epitaphs, and so this one tickles me a little bit:

Epitaph on a lap-dog named Echo

In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, 
Your heavy loss deplore; 
Now, half extinct your powers of song, 
Sweet Echo is no more. 

Ye jarring, screeching things around, 
Scream your discordant joys; 
Now, half your din of tuneless sound 
With Echo silent lies.

I also found a clip of My Luve is like a Red Red Rose read by Prince Charles here. What more could you want?