O my Luve is like a 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 luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.


The first Burns Night in our new cottage

In a short while we will be three

These are the nights of Stan and Jane

Late of London Town


Stan & Jane & ?????