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June Tabor – O My Luve’s Like a Red Red Rose

June Tabor - Rosa Mundi

June Tabor – Rosa Mundi

Sunday is the 205th anniversary of the birth of Robert (Rabbie) Burns, considered the national poet of Scotland. By coincidence I shall spend Sunday visiting my Scottish aunt in London. She has promised to recite some of Rabbie Burns poems she learnt at school in Beith, North Ayrshire many long years ago. I only hope she never learnt the poem he wrote in 1974 entitled “On Andrew Turner”.

In se’enteen hunder’n forty-nine,
The deil gat stuff to mak a swine,
An’ coost it in a corner;
But wilily he chang’d his plan,
An’ shap’d it something like a man,
An’ ca’d it Andrew Turner.

Despite such slander, I still think we should mark this anniversary. I shall have a nip of, recently donated, Chivas Regal whisky while you can listen to June Tabor’s version of “O My Luve’s Like a Red Red Rose” from her 2001 album “Rosa Mundi”.

June Tabor – O My Luve’s Like a Red Red Rose

Cordelia’s Dad – The Frozen Girl

Cordelia's Dad - Comet

Cordelia's Dad – Comet

Monday was my first day back at work after the Christmas holiday. I woke up when the clock radio began to bleep and must confess that it took me a while to work out what was happening and even longer to work out how to stop it from happening. After that pantomime I jumped out of bed, dressed and stepped outside for my early morning walk. By this time my brain was in gear and I recognised the white stuff lying on the ground as snow in a millisecond. There wasn’t supposed to be snow but it did add some interest to my first walk of the new year.

Monday night was very cold, for Northamptonshire in recent winters. Minus 5 degrees C was forecast and the next four nights are forecast to get down to minus 6, minus 3, minus 2 and then minus 4. Let’s hope the Geranium Maderense plants I grew from seed last year survive!

So, in light of the weather, I thought I would post “The Frozen Girl” by Cordelia’s Dad from their 1995 album “Comet”. This American song with many variants is also known as “A Corpse Going to a Ball”. From this you will gather that it is not a cheerful upbeat number! Indeed, the lyrics are quite maudlin, but they do offer a timely lesson to youngsters going out of an evening, insufficiently clothed. (A father speaks!).

(This cd was bought at a library sale hence the sticker and writing on the cover – honest.)

Cordelia’s Dad – The Frozen Girl