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, […]
Robert Burns: Poem On Pastoral Poetry :
Poem On Pastoral Poetry 1791 Type: Poem Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv’d! In chase o’ thee, what crowds hae swerv’d Frae common sense, or sunk enerv’d ‘Mang heaps o’ clavers: And och! o’er aft thy joes hae starv’d, ‘Mid a’ thy favours! Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang, While loud the trump’s heroic clang, […]
Robert Burns: On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain: A Fragment
On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain A Fragment1791 Type: Poem Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That a fantastic cap and rod has; Such stale conceits are poor and silly; I paint thee out, a Highland filly, A sturdy, stubborn, handsome dapple, […]
Robert Burns: The Posie :
The Posie 1791 Type: Poem O luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance has been; But I will doun yon river rove, amang the wood sae green, And a’ to pu’ a Posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will […]
Robert Burns: What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi’ An Auld Man:
What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi’ An Auld Man 1791 Type: Poem What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi’ an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’. Bad luck on […]
Robert Burns: The Charms Of Lovely Davies:
The Charms Of Lovely Davies 1791 Type: Song Tune: Miss Muir. O how shall I, unskilfu’, try The poet’s occupation? The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they maun dare an effort mair Than aught they ever gave us, Ere they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o’ lovely Davies. Each […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Miss Davies: On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
Epigram On Miss Davies On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.1791 Type: Epigram Ask why God made the gem so small? And why so huge the granite?- Because God meant mankind should set That higher value on it. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from […]
Robert Burns: The Bonie Wee Thing:
The Bonie Wee Thing 1791 Type: Poem Chorus.-Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel it should tine. Wishfully I look and languish In that bonie face o’ thine, And my heart it stounds wi’ anguish, Lest my wee thing […]
Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
Craigieburn Wood 1791 Type: Poem Sweet closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o’ the spring in the Craigieburn Wood Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. Chorus.-Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, And O to be lying beyond thee! O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep […]
Robert Burns: Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart: With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn
Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn1791 Type: Poem Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever’st, Who, save thy mind’s reproach, nought earthly fear’st, To thee this votive offering I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued’st, I, […]
Robert Burns: Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn:
Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 1791 Type: Lament The wind blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun’s departing beam Look’d on the fading yellow woods, That wav’d o’er Lugar’s winding stream: Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard, Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewail’d his lord, Whom Death […]
Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: Third Version
The Banks O’ Doon Third Version1791 Type: Poem Ye banks and braes o’ bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu’ o’ care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o’ departed […]
Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: Second Version
The Banks O’ Doon Second Version1791 Type: Poem Ye flowery banks o’ bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu’ o care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause […]
Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: First Version
The Banks O’ Doon First Version1791 Type: Poem Sweet are the banks-the banks o’ Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I am fu’ o’ care. Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause Luve […]
Robert Burns: Out Over The Forth:
Out Over The Forth 1791 Type: Song Out over the Forth, I look to the North; But what is the north and its Highlands to me? The south nor the east gie ease to my breast, The far foreign land, or the wide rolling sea. But I look to the west when I gae […]
Robert Burns: There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame:
There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame 1791 Type: Poem By yon Castle wa’, at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho’ his head it was grey: And as he was singing, the tears doon came, – There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. The Church is in […]
Robert Burns: Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring:
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring 1791 Type: Lament Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o’ daisies white Out o’er the grassy lea; Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams, And glads the azure skies; But nought can glad the weary wight […]
Robert Burns: Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo :
Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo 1790 Type: Elegy Tune: Life ne’er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph’d in a blow, As that which laid th’ accomplish’d Burnet low. Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget? In richest […]
Robert Burns: On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child: Born in peculiar circumstances of family distress.
On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child Born in peculiar circumstances of family distress.1790 Type: Poem Sweet flow’ret, pledge o’ meikle love, And ward o’ mony a prayer, What heart o’ stane wad thou na move, Sae helpless, sweet, and fair? November hirples o’er the lea, Chil, on thy lovely form: And gane, alas! the […]
Robert Burns: Tam O’ Shanter: A Tale
Tam O’ Shanter A Tale1790 Type: Poem “Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke.” Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An’ getting fou and unco happy, […]
Robert Burns: Verses On Captain Grose: Written on an Envelope, enclosing a Letter to Him.
Verses On Captain Grose Written on an Envelope, enclosing a Letter to Him.1790 Type: Poem Ken ye aught o’ Captain Grose?-Igo, and ago, If he’s amang his friends or foes?-Iram, coram, dago. Is he to Abra’m’s bosom gane?-Igo, and ago, Or haudin Sarah by the wame?-Iram, coram dago. Is he south or is he north?-Igo, […]
Robert Burns: The Epitaph:
The Epitaph 1790 Type: Epitaph Stop, passenger! my story’s brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o’ grief, For Matthew was a great man. If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurn’d at Fortune’s door, man; A look of pity hither cast, For Matthew was a poor man. If thou […]
Robert Burns: Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson: A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God.
Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God.1790 Type: Elegy Should the poor be flattered?-Shakespeare. O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi’ a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, O’er hurcheon hides, And like stock-fish come o’er his studdie […]