On this day in 1786, Poems, mainly written in the Scottish dialect (Scots) by Robert Burns was published by John Wilson in Kilmarnock, Scotland.  This is simply known as The Kilmarnock Edition. It is also a good excuse for me to put up one of my favourites.

By Helen Armet

A Red Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns 1794