January 18th, 2017
The letter is B for Ballad
A ballad is as form of verse
often a narrative, set to music
Ballads derive from the medieval French chanson ballade,
which were originally 'danced songs'.
Some ballads are very long and tell the story
of adventures,
but today, because it is so close to the birthday of the beloved Robbie Burns
here is a Love Ballad,
shorter and sweeter than Dan McGrew
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like as red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like as red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
