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,…
"O Thou Great Being! what Thou art Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works"
"Tune - "I had a horse, I had nae mair." When first I came to Stewart Kyle, My mind it was nae steady; Where'er I"
"The King's most humble servant I, Can scarcely spare a minute; But I am yours at dinner-time, Or else the d"
"Tune - "Young Jockey." I. Young Jockey was the blythest lad In a' our town or here awa: Fu' blythe he whistled"
"Here, where the Scottish muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join'd, Accept the gift; tho' humble"
"I. O wha my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I lie? The rantin' dog, the daddie o"
"To Riddel, much-lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Reader, dost value matchless worth? This ivied cot r"
"This wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten d"
"Selkirk, 13 May, 1787. Auld chukie Reekie's[1] sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel-burnisht crest, Nae joy her bo"
"Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, Lovely Burns has charms, confess: True it is, she had one failing,"
"Tune - "Cauld is the e'enin blast." I. Cauld is the e'enin' blast O' Boreas o'er the pool, And dawin' it is dr"
"I. All hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe"
"Tune - "Go fetch to me a pint o' wine." I. Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie; That"
"Maxwell, if merit here you crave That merit I deny, You save fair Jessie from the grave, An angel could not"
"O, had the malt thy strength of mind, Or hops the flavour of thy wit, 'Twere drink for first of human kind,"
"Tune - "Bonnie wee thing." I. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear"
"Air - "Hughie Graham." I. O were my love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring; And I, a bird to s"
"Sept. 13th, 1785. Guid speed an' furder to you, Johnny, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonny; Now when ye're ni"
"Tune - "Johnny M'Gill." I. O, Wilt thou go wi' me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? O, wilt thou go wi' me, Sw"
"I. O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r, Lo"
"I. O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet, Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every"
"A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never think, Come, mourn w"
""O Prince! O Chief of many throned Pow'rs, That led th' embattled Seraphim to war." Milton O thou! whatever title suit thee,"
"Tune - "The winter of life." I. But lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoiced the day; Thro' gentle sh"
"Tune - "If he be a butcher neat and trim." I. On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mien;"
"As Tam the Chapman on a day, Wi' Death forgather'd by the way, Weel pleas'd he greets a wight so famous, And Death"
"Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groat's; If there's a hole in a' your coats, I"
"Sensibility how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell: But distress with horrors arming, Thou host al"
"I. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. II. I gaed"
"Tune - "Shawnboy." I. Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty ol"
"Tune - "Duncan Davison." I. There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, And she held o'er the moors to spin; There was"
"To a Highland Air. I. The tither morn, When I forlorn, Aneath an oak sat moaning,"
"On his text, MALACHI, iv. 2 - "And ye shall go forth, and grow up as CALVES of the stall." Right, Sir! your text I'll prove it true,"
""Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are That bide the pelting of the pitiless storm! How shall your houseless heads and un"
"Tune - "Morag." I. Loud blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes,"
"Tune - "Charlie Gordon's welcome hame." I. Out over the Forth I look to the north, But what is the north and its Highlan"
"Tune - "An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." I. Stay, my charmer, can you leave me? Cruel, cruel, to deceive me! Well you kno"
"Tune - "Craigtown's growing." I. O, Lady Mary Ann Looks o'er the castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys"
"Tune - "The King of France, he rade a race." I. Amang the trees, where humming bees At buds and flowers were hinging, O"
"No song nor dance I bring from yon great city That queens it o'er our taste, the more's the pity: Tho', by-the-by, abroad wh"
"Tune - "The deuks dang o'er my daddy!" I. Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their"
"Lord, pity me, for I am little, An elf of mischief and of mettle, That can like ony wabster's shuttle, Jink the"
"Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: O Death, it's my opinion, Thou ne'er took such a blethrin' b--ch Into"
"Tune - "John Anderson my jo." One night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder,"
"I. O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes, Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon, Gude ale"
"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lor"
"Tune - "Lass an I come near thee." I. Wha is that at my bower door? O, wha is it but Findlay? Then gae your gat"
"Tune - "Laddie, lie near me." I. 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin; Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing:"
"Tune - "Robin Adair." I. Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar;"
"What of earls with whom you have supt, And of dukes that you dined with yestreen? Lord! a louse, Sir, is still but a lou"
"Tune - "Could aught of song." I. Could aught of song declare my pains, Could artful numbers move thee, The mus"
"Tune - "Green grow the rashes." Chorus. Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours"
"I. My Lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humb"
"Tune - "Had I the wyte she bade me." I. Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte she bade me; She watch'd"
"Tune - "Balinamona Ora." I. Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms:"
"May, 1785. I gat your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be sil"
"As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Were ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, An' owre"
"Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain: See, aged Winter, 'mid"
"No more of your guests, be they titled or not, And cook'ry the first in the nation; Who is proof to thy personal convers"
"Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slende"