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,…
"AULD NIBOR, I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrent, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't, I d"
"Tune - "Here's a health to them that's awa." I. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa;"
"Tune - "Highland's Lament." I. My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strode he on the plain: But now he's ban"
"O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear"
"Lord Advocate. He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, 'Till in a declamation-mist"
"Tune - "Cordwainer's March." I. O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white"
""Should the poor be flattered?" Shakspeare. But now his radiant course is run, For Matthew's course was bright;"
"Tune - "Ye gallants bright." I. Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, Beware o' bonnie Ann; Her comely face sae f"
"Tune - "On a bank of flowers." I. On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful"
"Tune - "Lass o' Livistone." I. Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the"
"Tune - "Death of Captain Cook." I. Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, A"
"Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaith'd by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant mae duddie desperate beggar,"
"That there is falsehood in his looks I must and will deny; They say their master is a knave, And sure they"
"Tune - "Duncan Gray." I. Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray, Ha, ha, the girdin o't! Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray,"
"I. Whan I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk I'm eerie, Sleep I canna get, For thinkin' o' my dearie. II."
"Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name! (For none that knew him need be told) A w"
"Tune - "The Highland Balou." I. Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald, Picture o' the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our"
"Tune - Chevy Chase. There were five carlins in the south, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town,"
"Tune - "The Killogie." I. Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; Here's to the Highlandman's"
"Tune - "Laggan Burn." I. Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass, Gude night, and joy be wi' thee; I'll come na ma"
"Air - "Nancy's to the greenwood gane." I. Farewell, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling! O m"
"Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferr'd, What have I done of all the year, To bea"
"Once fondly lov'd and still remember'd dear; Sweet early object of my youthful vows! Accept this mark of friendship, war"
"Earth'd up here lies an imp o' hell, Planted by Satan's dibble, Poor silly wretch, he's damn'd himsel' To s"
"I. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious"
"You're welcome, Willie Stewart, You're welcome, Willie Stewart; There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's h"
"Tune - "Awa Whigs, awa." Chorus. Awa Whigs, awa! Awa Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns,"
"Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty,"
"O a' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or worrying tyke"
"Tune - "Deil tak the wars." I. Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when co"
"Tune - "The lass that made the bed for me." I. When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way,"
"Tune. - "Johnny's grey breeks." I. Again rejoicing nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues, Her leafy locks"
"April 21st, 1785. While new-ca'd ky, rowte at the stake, An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's e"
"Fair Empress of the Poet's soul, And Queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair"
"Tune - "Let me in this ae night." I. O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet, Or art thou waking, I would wit? For love has"
"I. Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; On blythe yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, th"
"I. Gudeen to you, Kimmer, And how do ye do? Hiccup, quo' Kimmer, The better that I'm fou."
"Tune - "Macgregor of Rura's Lament." I. Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a"
"I. Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out"
"Tune - "Galla Water." Chorus. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; O braw lads of Galla Water: I'll kilt my coats ab"
"The laddies by the banks o' Nith, Wad trust his Grace wi' a', Jamie, But he'll sair them, as he sair'd the King,"
"I. O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride! And years synsyne hae o'er us run Like Lo"
"Tune - "Tam Glen." I. My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie! Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is"
""Alas! how oft does goodness wound itself! And sweet affection prove the spring of woe." Home. I. O thou pale orb,"
"What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin'? Why is outlandish stuff sae"
"Hail Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd"
"I am a keeper of the law In some sma' points, altho' not a'; Some people tell me gin I fa' Ae way or ither."
"Beauteous rose-bud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flow'r, Chilly shrink in sl"
"I. Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave old Scotia's shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Ac"
"Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years,"
"Tune - "Craigie-burn-wood." Chorus. Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, And O, to be lying beyond thee; O"
"Tune - "Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad." Chorus. O whistle, and I'll come To you, my lad; O whistle, and"
"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 pro"
"If you rattle along like your mistress's tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart: But, a fly for your load, you'll bre"
"We came na here to view your warks In hopes to be mair wise, But only, lest we gang to hell, It may be nae"
"Tune - "Druimion dubh." I. Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heaven in warm d"
"Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd; If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd."
""The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer? Or what does he regard his single woes? But when, alas! he multiplies himself,"
"Tune - "John Anderson, my jo." I. "John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like"
"Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchline Cross, L--d, man, there's lasses there wad force"