We love celebrating wonderful men here at Janes. We adore perving over pictures and dreaming of just exactly what we would say if we ever bumped into Mr Hardy, Mr Hemsworth, or maybe Mr Bloom? But really, we aren’t that fussy. We just want a man who will overpower us with wonderful words, lyrics of love and perfect poems.
On 25 January, Burns Night, we celebrate a very famous Scottish gent, Mr Robert Burns.
Now we know way back when in the 18th century Instagram filters weren’t really the thing. So although he might not be eye candy, we are pretty sure he was a bit of a Casanova with words.
We found our favourite of his love poems to warm you up a wee bit…
“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.
How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.”
Burns Night Dinner
Serve with creamy mash, mashed-up carrot and swede and lashings of a meaty gravy! Superb!
Now where’s Mel Gibson in his kilt?! Maybe we will whack Braveheart on the box too then. Just for good measure.
Happy Burns Night, you bonnie lasses.
How are you celebrating Burns Night? Let us know @tweetjanes!