Friday, January 25, 2008

The brightest jewel in my crown.....

With a mother from Ayr,and being well within school-trip range of Burns' Cottage, I'd have been hard pressed not to have an interest in Scotland's national poet. When Debbie and I thought about what sort of wedding we'd like to have last year we wanted the poetry and songs of Burns to be part of it. My sister Rachel's reading of 'O Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast' was one of the day's highlights for me, and Debbie and I were so happy to have her mother's friend Sheena sing "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose" in the church. She was wonderful too, as you can see from the picture of me (above) listening from the side after we signed the register. I don't recall ever seeing this Burns poem before I saw it in Lizzie MacGregor and Liz Lochhead's wonderful book of Scottish readings for weddings, so today seems like an appropriate day to share. Enjoy!

Robert Burns: O, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast O, wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee, Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.

Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a Paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch of the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.