Dramatic reading of a Robert Burns poem for BBC Radio
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Scottish (General)Transcript
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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. So fair. Art thou my bonny lass, so deep in love, am I? And I will love thee still my dear. Till all the seas gone dry, till all the seas gone dry, my dear. And the rock smelt with the sun. And I will love thee still my dear. While the sands of life shall run and fare thee wheel. My only love and fare thee wheel awhile. And I will come again. My love though. It was 10,000 mile piss, Jack. Some of us take a pride in what we do. You, you lot. You're a bunch of no talent. No hopers are slick in your way up. That turkey run into Barton's office. A fistful of brushes in this hand and the other one tugging the forelock. Good morning, sir. Wallace by Christ. That's a snazzy kind of letter print up there on the wall next to that big clock that says a quarter to eight suffering Jesus. Is that the time already my? But how time flies when you're enjoying yourself? Pardon me? No, no, no, not at all, sir. Wallace. Of course, I don't mind putting in a bit of unpaid overtime. It's results that count, isn't it? Jack? You wouldn't know a good design from a plate of canteen mints. As soon as Barron starts revving up his jaguar, the first one out the door and the leg over the bike before Miss Wilkinson can even get her teeth out of the water jug.