Robert Burns: Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad:
Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad 1793 Type: Poem Chorus.-O Whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, Tho’ father an’ mother an’ a’ should gae mad, O whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. But warily tent when ye come to […]
Robert Burns: By Allan Stream:
By Allan Stream 1793 Type: Song By Allan stream I chanc’d to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds are whispering thro’ the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready: I listen’d to a lover’s sang, An’ thought on youthfu’ pleasures mony; And aye the wild-wood echoes rang- “O, dearly do I love […]
Robert Burns: Had I A Cave:
Had I A Cave 1793 Type: Song Tune: Robin Adair. Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the wave’s dashing roar: There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne’er to wake more! Falsest of womankind, can’st thou […]
Robert Burns: Phillis The Fair:
Phillis The Fair 1793 Type: Song Tune: Robin Adair. While larks, with little wing, Fann’d the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun’s golden eye Peep’d o’er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird’s careless song, Glad I did share; […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan:
Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan 1793 Type: Epigram When Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down, ‘Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown; “Thy fool’s head,” quoth Satan, “that crown shall wear never, I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.” ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page […]
Robert Burns: Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway:
Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway 1793 Type: Epigram What dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind. No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts ‘ll were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave. Bright ran […]
Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo:
Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo 1793 Type: Epitaph In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo is no more. Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now, half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies. ————- Home […]
Robert Burns: Bonie Jean-A Ballad:
Bonie Jean-A Ballad 1793 Type: Song Tune: its ain tune There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean. And aye she wrought her mammie’s wark, And aye she sang sae merrilie; The blythest bird […]
Robert Burns: O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair:
O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1793 Type: Song Tune: Hughie Graham. O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing! How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! But […]
Robert Burns: Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill:
Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill 1793 Type: Song Tune: The Quaker’s Wife. Blythe hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze flew o’er me; Now nae langer sport and play, Mirth or sang can please me; Lesley is sae fair and […]
Robert Burns: Logan Braes:
Logan Braes 1793 Type: Song Tune: Logan Water. O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie’s bride, And years sin syne hae o’er us run, Like Logan to the simmer sun: But now thy flowery banks appear Like drumlie Winter, dark and drear, While my dear lad maun face his […]
Robert Burns: The Last Time I Came O’er The Moor:
The Last Time I Came O’er The Moor 1793 Type: Poem The last time I came o’er the moor, And left Maria’s dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in my bosom swelling: Condemn’d to see my rival’s reign, While I in secret languish; To feel a fire in every vein, Yet dare […]
Robert Burns: Impromptu On General Dumourier’s Desertion From The French Republican Army:
Impromptu On General Dumourier’s Desertion From The French Republican Army 1793 Type: Impromptu You’re welcome to Despots, Dumourier; You’re welcome to Despots, Dumourier: How does Dampiere do? Ay, and Bournonville too? Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier? I will fight France with you, Dumourier; I will fight France with you, Dumourier; […]
Robert Burns: Grace Before And After Meat :
Grace Before And After Meat 1793 Type: Poem O Lord, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A tup or wether head! Amen. O Lord, since we have feasted thus, Which we so little merit, Let Meg now take away the flesh, And Jock […]
Robert Burns: Grace After Meat:
Grace After Meat 1793 Type: Poem Lord, we thank, and thee adore, For temporal gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more- Let William Hislop give the spirit. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: Extempore Reply To An Invitation:
Extempore Reply To An Invitation 1793 Type: Reply The King’s most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; But I’ll be wi’ you by an’ by; Or else the Deil’s be in it. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel […]
Robert Burns: Kirk and State Excisemen:
Kirk and State Excisemen 1793 Type: Poem Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering ‘Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing: What are your Landlord’s rent-rolls? Taxing ledgers! What Premiers? What ev’n Monarchs? Mighty Gaugers! Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,) What are they, pray, but Spiritual Excisemen! […]
Robert Burns: The Raptures Of Folly:
The Raptures Of Folly 1793 Type: Poem Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live; I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, But Folly has raptures to give. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and […]
Robert Burns: Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney’s Victory:
Lines On The Commemoration Of Rodney’s Victory 1793 Type: Poem Instead of a Song, boy’s, I’ll give you a Toast; Here’s to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!- That we lost, did I say?-nay, by Heav’n, that we found; For their fame it will last while the world goes round. […]
Robert Burns: Thanksgiving For A National Victory:
Thanksgiving For A National Victory 1793 Type: Poem Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men and give God thanks! Desist, for shame!-proceed no further; God won’t accept your thanks for Murther! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, […]
Robert Burns: Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac:
Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac 1793 Type: Inscription Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live, To see the miscreants feel the pains they give; Deal Freedom’s sacred treasures free as air, Till Slave and Despot be but things that were. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland […]
Robert Burns: On Commissary Goldie’s Brains:
On Commissary Goldie’s Brains 1793 Type: Poem Lord, to account who dares thee call, Or e’er dispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thick a wall, Enclose so poor a treasure? ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: The True Loyal Natives:
The True Loyal Natives 1793 Type: Poem Ye true “Loyal Natives” attend to my song In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt, But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt! ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: The Soldier’s Return:
The Soldier’s Return 1793 Type: Song Tune: The Mill, mill, O. When wild war’s deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where lang I’d been a lodger, My humble knapsack a’ my wealth, A poor […]
Robert Burns: Meg O’ The Mill : Another Version
Meg O’ The Mill Another Version1793 Type: Poem O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? A braw new naig wi’ the tail o’ a rottan, And that’s what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten. O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill […]
Robert Burns: Meg O’ The Mill:
Meg O’ The Mill 1793 Type: Poem O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller. The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy; A heart […]
Robert Burns: Lovely Young Jessie:
Lovely Young Jessie 1793 Type: Poem True hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr; But by the sweet side o’ the Nith’s winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To […]
Robert Burns: Lord Gregory:
Lord Gregory 1793 Type: Poem O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest’s roar; A waefu’ wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door. An exile frae her father’s ha’, And a’ for loving thee; At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may na be. Lord Gregory, […]
Robert Burns: Open The Door To Me, Oh:
Open The Door To Me, Oh 1793 Type: Poem Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh, Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, oh. Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, But caulder thy love for me, […]
Robert Burns: Wandering Willie: Revised Version
Wandering Willie Revised Version1793 Type: Poem Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie, Tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same. Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e’e, Welcome […]
Robert Burns: Wandering Willie: First Version
Wandering Willie First Version1793 Type: Poem Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie, And tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same. Loud blew the cauld winter winds at our parting; It was na the blast brought the tear in […]
Robert Burns: Sonnet Written On The Author’s Birthday, : On hearing a Thrush sing in his Morning Walk.
Sonnet Written On The Author’s Birthday, On hearing a Thrush sing in his Morning Walk.1793 Type: Sonnet Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ‘mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. So in lone Poverty’s dominion drear, […]
Robert Burns: Braw Lads O’ Galla Water:
Braw Lads O’ Galla Water 1793 Type: Poem Braw, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o’ Galla Water. But there is ane, a secret ane, Aboon them a’ I loe him better; And I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine, […]
Robert Burns: On Politics:
On Politics 1793 Type: Poem In Politics if thou would’st mix, And mean thy fortunes be; Bear this in mind,-be deaf and blind, Let great folk hear and see. ————- 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 […]
Robert Burns: Poortith Cauld And Restless Love:
Poortith Cauld And Restless Love 1793 Type: Song Tune: Cauld Kail in Aberdeen. O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortith a’ I could forgive, An ’twere na for my Jeanie. Chorus-O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life’s dearest bands untwining? Or why sae sweet a flower […]
Robert Burns: A Tippling Ballad: On the Duke of Brunswick’s Breaking up his Camp, and the defeat of the Austrians, by Dumourier, November 1792.
A Tippling Ballad On the Duke of Brunswick’s Breaking up his Camp, and the defeat of the Austrians, by Dumourier, November 1792.1792 Type: Poem When Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A’Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, And comforts himself as he dow, as […]
Robert Burns: Here’s A Health To Them That’s Awa:
Here’s A Health To Them That’s Awa 1792 Type: Poem Here’s a health to them that’s awa, Here’s a health to them that’s awa; And wha winna wish gude luck to our cause, May never gude luck be their fa’! It’s gude to be merry and wise, It’s gude to be honest and true; […]
Robert Burns: Duncan Gray:
Duncan Gray 1792 Type: Poem Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o’t, Maggie coost her head fu’ heigh, Look’d asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o’t. Duncan fleech’d and Duncan pray’d; […]
Robert Burns: Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson:
Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson 1792 Type: Extempore Dost thou not rise, indignant shade, And smile wi’ spurning scorn, When they wha wad hae starved thy life, Thy senseless turf adorn? Helpless, alane, thou clamb the brae, Wi’ meikle honest toil, And claught th’ unfading garland there- Thy sair-worn, rightful spoil. And wear […]
Robert Burns: Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character:
Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character 1792 Type: Epigram Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character Sweet naivete of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to Nature, Thou art acting but thyself. Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Spurning Nature, torturing art; Loves and Graces all […]