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: 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: 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: 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: The Rights Of Woman: An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792.
The Rights Of Woman An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792.1792 Type: Poem While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid […]
Robert Burns: Auld Rob Morris:
Auld Rob Morris 1792 Type: Poem There’s Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He’s the King o’ gude fellows, and wale o’ auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine. She’s fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; […]
Robert Burns: My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing:
My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing 1792 Type: Song Tune: My Wife’s a Wanton Wee Thing. Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart […]
Robert Burns: I’ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig:
I’ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig 1792 Type: Poem When o’er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow’d field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds Wi’ dew are hangin clear, my jo, I’ll meet thee on […]
Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
Fragment Of Song 1792 Type: Song No cold approach, no altered mien, Just what would make suspicion start; No pause the dire extremes between, He made me blest-and broke my heart. ————- 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: Saw Ye Bonie Lesley:
Saw Ye Bonie Lesley 1792 Type: Poem O saw ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o’er the Border? She’s gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither! Thou art a […]
Robert Burns: Bessy And Her Spinnin’ Wheel:
Bessy And Her Spinnin’ Wheel 1792 Type: Poem O Leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel, And leeze me on my rock and reel; Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien, And haps me biel and warm at e’en; I’ll set me down and sing and spin, While laigh descends the simmer sun, Blest […]
Robert Burns: The Country Lass:
The Country Lass 1792 Type: Poem In simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav’d green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o’er the lea And roses blaw in ilka beild! Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel, Says-“I’ll be wed, come o’t what will”: Out spake a dame in wrinkled eild; “O’ […]
Robert Burns: The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman:
The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman 1792 Type: Poem The deil cam fiddlin’ thro’ the town, And danc’d awa wi’ th’ Exciseman, And ilka wife cries, “Auld Mahoun, I wish you luck o’ the prize, man.” Chorus-The deil’s awa, the deil’s awa, The deil’s awa wi’ the Exciseman, He’s danc’d awa, he’s danc’d awa, […]
Robert Burns: The Deuks Dang O’er My Daddie:
The Deuks Dang O’er My Daddie 1792 Type: Poem The bairns gat out wi’ an unco shout, The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O! The fien-ma-care, quo’ the feirrie auld wife, He was but a paidlin’ body, O! He paidles out, and he paidles in, rn’ he paidles late and early, O! This seven […]
Robert Burns: The Slave’s Lament:
The Slave’s Lament 1792 Type: Poem It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! […]
Robert Burns: Kellyburn Braes:
Kellyburn Braes 1792 Type: Poem There lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes, Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme; And he had a wife was the plague of his days, And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime. Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen, Hey, and […]
Robert Burns: Lady Mary Ann:
Lady Mary Ann 1792 Type: Poem O lady Mary Ann looks o’er the Castle wa’, She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba’, The youngest he was the flower amang them a’, My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet. O father, O father, an ye think it fit, We’ll send him a […]
Robert Burns: Sic A Wife As Willie Had:
Sic A Wife As Willie Had 1792 Type: Poem Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue wi’ ony body: He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Maidgie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wad […]
Robert Burns: My Collier Laddie:
My Collier Laddie 1792 Type: Poem “Whare live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca’ ye;” “My name,” she says, “is mistress Jean, And I follow the Collier laddie.” “My name, she says, &c. “See you not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie; They a’ are mine, […]
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: 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: 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: 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: 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 […]