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,…
"The greybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, Give me with gay Folly to live; I grant him his calm-blooded, tim"
"Tune - "Ay waukin o'." I. Simmer's a pleasant time, Flow'rs of ev'ry colour; The water rins o'er the heugh,"
"Tune - "Blue Bonnets." I. Powers celestial! whose protection Ever guards the virtuous fair, While in distant cl"
"I. To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd, Though prest wi' care and sunk"
"Tune - "The Weavers' March." I. Where Cart rins rowin to the sea, By mony a flow'r and spreading tree, There lives"
"No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts all were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one o"
"O thou in whom we live and move, Who mad'st the sea and shore, Thy goodness constantly we prove, And gratef"
"My curse upon thy venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang; And thro' my lugs gies mony a twang, Wi' g"
"Tune - "What will I do gin my Hoggie die?" What will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! My only"
"Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life"
"I. The wind blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods"
"Tune - "Major Graham." I. Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, That thou of love wilt hear; If from the lover thou"
"With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was ply"
"Tune - "May, thy morn." I. O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet As the mirk night o' December; For sparkling wa"
"Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a sig"
"Tune - "Hey, tuttie taitie." I. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your"
"Tune - "My Eppie." I. An' O! my Eppie, My jewel, my Eppie! Wha wadna be happy Wi' Eppie Adair?"
""Of brownys and of bogilis full is this buke." Gawin Douglas When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neeb"
"But rarely seen since Nature's birth, The natives of the sky; Yet still one seraph's left on earth, For Jes"
"Tune - "Maggy Lauder." I. I married with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November; She made me weary of my li"
"Recitativo. When lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;"
"Among the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,"
"Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a pray'r, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, Sae"
"Light lay the earth on Willy's breast, His chicken-heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His sku"
"Tune - "Let me in this ae night." I. Forlorn, my love, no comfort near, Far, far from thee, I wander here; Far, fa"
"Kind Sir, I've read your paper through, And, faith, to me 'twas really new! How guess'd ye, Sir, what maist I wanted?"
"Tune - "The eight men of Moidart." I. Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they call'd it Linkum-doddie. Will"
"Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf, Fell source o' a' my woe an' grief; For lack o' thee I've lost my lass,"
"Tune - "My love is lost to me." I. O, were I on Parnassus' hill! Or had of Helicon my fill; That I might catch poet"
"O Thou, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their s"
"Tune - "Caledonian Hunt's Delight." I. Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;"
"A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight, And still his precious self his dear delight; Who loves his own smart shadow"
"Mossgiel, May 3, 1786. I. I hold it, Sir, my bounden duty, To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'G"
"April 1st, 1785. While briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin' loud at e'en, An' morning poussie"
"Tune - "Bide ye yet." I. O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glance"
"No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more! Nor pour your descant, grating, on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring, gay i"
"Tune - "Afton Water." I. Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;"
"To a Gaelic Air. I. There's a youth in this city, It were a great pity That he frae our las"
"Tune - "Rothemurche." I. Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown as"
"I. There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high; And they hae sworn a solemn oath"
"How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite; How virtue and vice blend their black and their white; How genius, th' illustriou"
"Tune - "The Sow's Tail." He. O Philly, happy be that day, When roving through the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart w"
"Air - "Hey! bonnie lass, will you lie in a barrack?" I. O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? An' ken ye what Meg o' th"
"Tune - "Naebody." I. I hae a wife o' my ain, I'll partake wi' naebody; I'll tak cuckold frae nane,"
"Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, With grateful lifted eyes, Who said that not the soul alone But body too,"
"In this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er crost the muse's heckles,"
"Tune - "Jumpin' John." I. Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't, the b"
"I. The noble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae bigg Terreagle's towers,"
"Tune - "Strathallan's Lament." I. Thickest night, surround my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid"
"I. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in my happy hours,"
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch"
"Tune - "There'll never be peace." I. Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er"
"Tune - "The Ruffian's Rant." I. A' the lads o' Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step"
"Tune - "I'll ay ca' in by yon town." Chorus. O, wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon? The fairest"
"Tune - "Roy's Wife." I. Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?"
"Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd, And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd; But now unroof'd their palace stands, Th"
"Health to the Maxwell's vet'ran chief! Health, ay unsour'd by care or grief: Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sybil leaf"
""Great nature spoke, observant man obey'd." Pope. Let other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife;"
"I. Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw, For b"
"Air - "Carron Side." I. Frae the friends and land I love, Driv'n by fortune's felly spite, Frae my best belov'd"