Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. - James Drummond Burns. View more images...

Life is but a day at most. - James Drummond Burns. View more images...

Should auld acquaintances be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o'auld lang syne? - James Drummond Burns. View more images...