Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
Scroggam, My Dearie 1792 Type: Poem There was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew’d gude ale for gentlemen; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum. The gudewife’s dochter fell in a fever, Scroggam; The priest o’ the parish he fell in anither; Sing auld Cowl lay ye […]
Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed 1792 Type: Poem O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law, O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law, And when she cam’ ben, she kiss’d Cockpen, And syne denied she did it at a’. And was na Cockpen right saucy witha’? And was na Cockpen […]
Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
The Weary Pund O’ Tow 1792 Type: Poem Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o’ tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before she spin her tow. I bought my wife a stane o’ lint, As gude as e’er did grow, And a’ that she has made o’ that […]
Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
Lines On Fergusson, The Poet 1792 Type: Poem Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, To think Life’s sun did set e’er well begun To shed its influence on thy bright career. O why should truest Worth and Genius pine Beneath the iron grasp of Want and […]
Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair Alteration of an Old Poem.1792 Type: Poem I Do confess thou art sae fair, I was been o’er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the slightest prayer That lips could speak thy heart could muve. I do confess thee sweet, but find Thou art so thriftless […]
Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
My Native Land Sae Far Awa 1791 Type: Poem O sad and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My native land sae far awa. Thou that of a’ things Maker art, That formed this Fair sae far awa, Gie body strength, then I’ll […]
Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
Thou Gloomy December 1791 Type: Poem Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair! Fond lovers’ parting is sweet, painful pleasure, Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; […]
Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 1791 Type: Poem Behold the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom I hae lov’d sae weel? Endless and deep shall be my grief; LNae ray of comfort shall I see, But this most precious, dear belief, […]
Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever 1791 Type: Song Tune: Rory Dall’s Port. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves […]
Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
O May, Thy Morn 1791 Type: Poem O may, thy morn was ne’er so sweet As the mirk night o’ December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember: And dear was she I dare na name, But […]
Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
A Grace After Dinner, Extempore 1791 Type: Extempore O thou, in whom we live and move- Who made the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore; And, if it please Thee, Power above! Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the fair we love- And we […]
Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore 1791 Type: Extempore O thou who kindly dost provide For every creature’s want! We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, For all Thy goodness lent: And if it please Thee, Heavenly Guide, May never worse be sent; But, whether granted, or denied, Lord, bless us with content. Amen! ————- […]
Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
The Keekin’-Glass 1791 Type: Poem How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye blear-e’ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin’-glass, An’ there ye saw your picture. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel world of translating poetry Poetry […]
Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington 1791 Type: Poem As cauld a wind as ever blew, A cauld kirk, an in’t but few: As cauld a minister’s e’er spak; Ye’se a’ be het e’er I come back. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by […]
Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
The Toadeater 1791 Type: Poem Of Lordly acquaintance you boast, And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen, Yet an insect’s an insect at most, Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel […]
Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
Poem On Sensibility 1791 Type: Poem Sensibility, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest flower, behold the lily Blooming in the sunny ray: Let the blast sweep o’er the valley, See it prostrate in the clay. Hear the wood lark charm the […]
Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
The Song Of Death Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.1791 Type: Song Tune: Oran an aoig. Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and friendships, […]
Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry 1791 Type: Epistle Late crippl’d of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, teas’d, dejected, and deprest (Nature is adverse to a cripple’s rest); Will generous Graham list to his Poet’s wail? (It soothes poor Misery, […]
Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty On His Birthday.1791 Type: Epistle Tune: Health to the Maxwell’s veteran Chief! Health, aye unsour’d by care or grief: Inspir’d, I turn’d Fate’s sibyl leaf, This natal morn, I see thy life is stuff o’ prief, Scarce quite half-worn. This day thou metes threescore eleven, And I can […]
Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie 1791 Type: Poem O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie, O Kenmure’s on and awa: An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie! Success to Kenmure’s band! There’s no a heart that fears a Whig, That rides by kenmure’s hand. Here’s Kenmure’s […]
Robert Burns: I Hae Been At Crookieden:
I Hae Been At Crookieden 1791 Type: Poem I Hae been at Crookieden, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Viewing Willie and his men, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. There our foes that burnt and slew, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, There, at last, they gat their due, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. Satan sits […]
Robert Burns: Ye Jacobites By Name:
Ye Jacobites By Name 1791 Type: Poem Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear. What is Right, and What is Wrang, by the law, by the law? […]
Robert Burns: Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation:
Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation 1791 Type: Poem Fareweel to a’ our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name, Sae fam’d in martial story. Now Sark rins over Solway sands, An’ Tweed rins to the ocean, To mark where England’s province stands- Such a parcel of […]
Robert Burns: Frae The Friends And Land I Love:
Frae The Friends And Land I Love 1791 Type: Song Tune: Carron Side. Frae the friends and land I love, Driv’n by Fortune’s felly spite; Frae my best belov’d I rove, Never mair to taste delight: Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil, relief frae care; When Remembrance wracks the mind, Pleasures […]
Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame:
Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame 1791 Type: Poem The noble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o’er the border, And they’ll gae big Terreagles’ towers And set them a’ in order. And they declare Terreagles fair, For their abode they choose it; There’s no a heart in a’ the land But’s lighter at the news o’t. […]
Robert Burns: Address To The Shade Of Thomson: On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays.
Address To The Shade Of Thomson On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays. 1791 Type: Address While virgin Spring by Eden’s flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes Eolian strains between. While Summer, with a matron grace, Retreats to Dryburgh’s cooling shade, […]
Robert Burns: Sweet Afton :
Sweet Afton 1791 Type: Poem Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, […]
Robert Burns: My Bonie Bell:
My Bonie Bell 1791 Type: Poem The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie blue are the sunny skies. Fresh o’er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The ev’ning gilds the ocean’s swell; All creatures joy in the sun’s returning, And I […]
Robert Burns: Thou Fair Eliza:
Thou Fair Eliza 1791 Type: Poem Turn again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza! If to love thy heart denies, Oh, in pity hide the sentence Under friendship’s kind disguise! Thee, sweet maid, hae I […]
Robert Burns: O For Ane An’ Twenty, Tam :
O For Ane An’ Twenty, Tam 1791 Type: Poem Chorus.-An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam! And hey, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! I’ll learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, An’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. They snool me sair, and haud me down, An’ gar me look like bluntie, Tam; But three […]
Robert Burns: My Tocher’s The Jewel:
My Tocher’s The Jewel 1791 Type: Poem O Meikle thinks my luve o’ my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie My tocher’s the jewel has charms for him. It’s a’ for the apple he’ll nourish the tree, It’s a’ for the hinny he’ll […]
Robert Burns: Altho’ He Has Left Me:
Altho’ He Has Left Me 1791 Type: Poem Altho’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow, Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry […]
Robert Burns: My Eppie Macnab:
My Eppie Macnab 1791 Type: Poem O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She’s down in the yard, she’s kissin the laird, She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to […]
Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver:
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver 1791 Type: Poem When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver! Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu’ […]
Robert Burns: Damon And Sylvia: Fragment
Damon And Sylvia Fragment1791 Type: Song Tune: The Tither Morn. Yon wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o’er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower, where mony a flower Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir; There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay, To love they thought no crime, Sir, The wild birds sang, the […]
Robert Burns: Lovely Polly Stewart:
Lovely Polly Stewart 1791 Type: Poem Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May, That’s half so fair as thou art! The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa’s, And art can ne’er renew it; But worth and truth, eternal youth Will gie to Polly Stewart, […]
Robert Burns: You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart:
You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart 1791 Type: Poem Chorus.-You’re welcome, Willie Stewart, You’re welcome, Willie Stewart, There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May, That’s half sae welcome’s thou art! Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The bowl we maun renew it, The tappet hen, gae bring her ben, To welcome Willie Stewart, You’re welcome, […]
Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn:
Epigram At Brownhill Inn 1791 Type: Epigram At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, And plenty of bacon each day in the year; We’ve a’ thing that’s nice, and mostly in season, But why always Bacon-come, tell me a reason? ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver:
The Gallant Weaver 1791 Type: Poem Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me, He is a gallant Weaver. O, I had wooers aught or nine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine; And I was fear’d my heart wad […]
Robert Burns: Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig:
Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig 1791 Type: Poem Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig As on the banks o’ wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray’d, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, Where linties sang and lammies play’d, I sat me down upon a craig, […]