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,…
"Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure! O thou my elder brother in misf"
"Tune - "Here's a health to them that's awa." I. Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;"
"When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning as I wandered forth Along the b"
"Tune - "Lady Bandinscoth's Reel." I. My love she's but a lassie yet, My love she's but a lassie yet, We'll let"
"I. There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk and market to be seen, When a' the fairest maids were met,"
"Tune - "Graham's Strathspey." I. O, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's l"
"Tune - "Cameronian Rant." I. "O cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at"
"Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife! Who has no will but by her high perm"
"Tune - "There art few gude fellows when Willie's awa." I. By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, th"
"I. Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up Pa"
"To a Gaelic air. I. How long and dreary is the night When I am frae my dearie! I sleepless lie frae e'en to mor"
"Air - "The Sutor's Dochter." I. Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me che"
"Tune - "The Deil cam' fiddling through the town." I. The deil cam' fiddling through the town, And danced awa wi' the Exc"
"Tune - "Roslin Castle." I. The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast; Yon murky clou"
"I. Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's[1] light horse are to muster,"
"Still anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or some"
"O Goudie! terror of the Whigs, Dread of black coats and rev'rend wigs, Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girnin',"
"The devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach'd where po"
"Tune - "Killiecrankie." I. O wha will to Saint Stephen's house, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Sai"
"Tune - "Hey tutti, taiti." I. Landlady, count the lawin, The day is near the dawin; Ye're a' blind drunk, boys,"
"Tune - "Daintie Davie." I. There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style I doubt it's hardly wor"
"Tune - "Bab at the bowster." I. The cooper o' Cuddie cam' here awa, And ca'd the girrs out owre us a' And our gudew"
"Tune - "The birks of Aberfeldy." Chorus. Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go; Bonnie lassie, will ye"
"While virgin Spring, by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or"
"Here lie Willie Michie's banes; O, Satan! when ye tak' him, Gi' him the schoolin' o' your weans, For clever"
"Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose, But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her b"
"Tune - "Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh." I. As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', The pipers and youngsters were making"
"Here lies John Bushby, honest man! Cheat him, Devil, gin ye can."
"Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish, Beyond comparison the wor"
"Revered defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected, A name, which to love, was once mark of a true h"
"Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came, The old cock'd hat, the gray surtout, the same; His bristling beard just rising in"
"Tune - "Last time I cam o'er the muir." I. Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her blush is like the morning,"
"Tune - "Banks of Cree." I. Here is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade; The village-"
"Tune - "Cock up your beaver." I. When first my brave Johnnie lad Came to this town, He had a blue bonnet"
"Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway, In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, For thou hast none t"
"Tune - "Jo Janet." I. Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, sir; Tho' I am your wedded wi"
"Rash mortal, and slanderous Poet, thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of fame; Dost not know that old Mansfield,"
"Grant me, indulgent Heav'n, that I may live To see the miscreants feel the pains they give, Deal Freedom's sacred treasures"
"Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' a'"
"Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That'"
"There's naethin like the honest nappy! Whaur'll ye e'er see men sae happy, Or women, sonsie, saft an' sappy, 'T"
"Tune - "Ay wakin', O." I. Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight I"
"Tune - "Captain O'Kean." I. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear th"
"There's death in the cup, sae beware! Nay, more, there is danger in touching; But wha can avoid the fell snare?"
"Tune - "Up wi' the ploughman." I. The ploughman he's a bonnie lad, His mind is ever true, jo, His garters knit"
"I. Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather growes, Ca' them whare the burnie rowes - My bonn"
"I. When I think on the happy days I spent wi' you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How can"
"I. Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring; By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream,"
"I. When Guildford good our pilot stood, And did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Wi"
"I. Thine am I, my faithful fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy."
"I. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie"
"Sic a reptile was Wat, Sic a miscreant slave, That the very worms damn'd him When laid in his grave."
"I. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o'"
"Thee, Caledonia, thy wild heaths among, Thee, fam'd for martial deed and sacred song, To thee I turn with swimming eyes;"
"I. Orthodox, orthodox, Who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience,"
"He who of Rankine sang lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed."
"The poor man weeps, here Gavin sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, M"
"Tune - "The Posie." I. O luve will venture in Where it daurna weel be seen; O luve will venture in"
"Tune - "Bonnie Dundee." I. O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock? O silly blind body, O dinna ye see? I g"
"As cauld a wind as ever blew, As caulder kirk, and in't but few; As cauld a minister's e'er spak, Ye'se a' be het e"