Skip to content
Linespedia

O Steer Her Up.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "O steer her up, and haud her gaun." I.         O steer her up and haud her gaun -             Her mother's at the mill, jo;         And gin she winna take a man,             E'en let her take her will, jo:         First shore her wi' a kindly kiss,             And ca' another gill, jo,         And gin she take the thing amiss,             E'en let her flyte her fill, jo. II.         O steer her up, and be na blate,             An' gin she take it ill, jo,         Then lea'e the lassie till her fate,             And time nae longer spill, jo:         Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,             But think upon it still, jo,         That gin the lassie winna do't,             Ye'll fin' anither will, jo.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Tune - "O steer her up, and haud her gaun."..."

Robert Burns's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "O Steer Her Up."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Attribution & Rights

Author:Robert Burns

"Tune - "O steer her up, and haud her gaun."..." by Robert Burns

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Related lines

"Here souter Hood in death does sleep;             To h--ll, if he's gane thither,         Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,             He'l"

"A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie!         Hae, there's a rip to thy auld baggie:         Tho' thou's howe-backit, now, an' knaggie,"

"How cold is that bosom which folly once fired,             How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd!         How silent that"

"Tune - "Rory Dall's Port." I.         Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;         Ae fareweel, and then for ever!         Deep in heart-wrung"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Robert Burns

About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"Here souter Hood in death does sleep;             ..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.