In honour of Mr. Burns’, Mr. Robbie Burns’, birthday:

My love is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June

My love is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,   

So deep in love am I

And I will love 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 weel, my only love,   

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my love,

Thou’ it  were ten thousand mile.