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,…
"Tune - "Katherine Ogie." I. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woo"
"Tune - "M'Pherson's Rant." I. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destinie! Macpherson's time w"
"I mind it weel in early date, When I was beardless, young and blate, An' first could thresh the barn; Or hand a"
"I. Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers: The furrow'd waving corn is seen"
"Tune - "My Peggy's Face." I. My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The frost of hermit age might warm; My Peggy's wort"
"Tune - "Robie donna Gorach." I. The Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But swee"
"Tune - "Andro and his cutty gun." Chorus. Blithe, blithe and merry was she, Blithe was she but and ben: Blithe"
"Tune - "Braes o' Balquihidder." Chorus. I'll kiss thee yet, yet, An' I'll kiss thee o'er again; An' I'll kiss t"
"Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; What was his religion? Wha e'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun fol"
"For Lords or Kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die, for that they're born, But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A Towmon"
"Tune - "Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern let's fly." I. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor"
"Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song, In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From envy or hatred your corps is exe"
"In wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now half extinct your powers of song, Sweet"
"Tune - "Lord Breadalbone's March." I. O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, And merry hae I been shapin' a spoon;"
"I. I murder hate by field or flood, Tho' glory's name may screen us: In wars at hame I'll spend my blood,"
"Within your dear mansion may wayward contention Or withering envy ne'er enter: May secrecy round be the mystical bound,"
"Tune - "Onagh's Waterfall." I. Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-ar"
"Tune - "O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie." I. O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie! O Kenmure's on and awa! And Kenmure"
"Tune - "Good-night, and joy be wi' you a'." I. Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu! Dear brothers of the mystic tie!"
"What dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture"
"Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle That bears the name o' Auld King Coil, Upon a bonnie day in June, When wearin"