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 - "Corn rigs are bonnie." I. It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unc"
""Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my hear"
""For sense they little owe to frugal heav'n, To please the mob they hide the little giv'n." Kilmarnock wabsters fidge an' claw,"
"Tune - "The Maid's Complaint." I. It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, Nor shape that I admire, Altho' thy beauty a"
"Tune. - "A parcel of rogues in a nation." I. Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory, Fare"
"Tune - "Caledonian Hunt's Delight." I. There was once a day - but old Time then was young - That brave Caledonia, the chie"
"Tune - "The Northern Lass." Though cruel fate should bid us part, Far as the pole and line, Her dear idea round m"
"I. Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I s"
"An honest man here lies at rest As e'er God with his image blest! The friend of man, the friend of truth; The frien"
"Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay Takes up its last abode; His saul has ta'en some other way, I fear the le"
"I. O thou dread Power, who reign'st above! I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and love"
"Tune - "Cauld Kail in Aberdeen." I. How lang and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie; I restless lie"
"I sing of a whistle, a whistle of worth, I sing of a whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of our good S"
"I. Oh, open the door, some pity to show, Oh, open the door to me, Oh![1] Tho' thou has been false, I'll ever prove tru"
"Tune - "Robin Adair." I. While larks with little wing Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing spring,"
"Tune - "Louis, what reck I by thee." I. Louis, what reck I by thee, Or Geordie on his ocean? Dyvor, beggar loon"
"Tune - "I'll gae nae mair to yon town." I. I'll ay ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden green, again; I'll ay"
"Tune - "The bonnie lad that's far awa." I. O how can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, Wh"
"I. Oh! I am come to the low countrie, Och-on, och-on, och-rie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal"
"Tune - "Rattlin', roarin' Willie." I. O rattlin', roarin' Willie, O, he held to the fair, An' for to sell his f"
"Tune - "The deuks dang o'er my daddie." I. The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, The deuks dang o'er my daddie, O!"
"Tune - "The Collier Laddie." I. Where live ye, my bonnie lass? An' tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says,"
"When by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted, honest fame; When here your favour is the actor's lo"
"Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; See wha tak's notice o' the bard I lap and cry'd"
"Thou's welcome, wean, mischanter fa' me, If ought of thee, or of thy mammy, Shall ever daunton me, or awe me, M"
"Tune - "Ca' the ewes to the knowes." Chorus Ca' the ewes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather grows, Ca' them"
"Tune - "Morag." I. Streams that glide in orient plains, Never bound by winter's chains; Glowing here on golden"
"Tune. - "Bhannerach dhon na chri." I. How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes, an"
"Tune - "This is no my ain house." I. O this is no my ain lassie, Fair tho' the lassie be;"
"Tune - "My wife she dang me." I. O ay my wife she dang me, And aft my wife did bang me, If ye gie a woman a' he"
"Tune - "O steer her up, and haud her gaun." I. O steer her up and haud her gaun - Her mother's at the mill, jo;"
"O Tell Na Me O' Wind And Rain. I. O tell na me o' wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain! Gae back the gat"
"I. O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should"
"Tune - "The sweet lass that lo'es me." I. O leeze me on my spinning-wheel, O leeze me on the rock and reel; Frae ta"
"Tune - "Duncan Gray." I. Let not woman e'er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not woman e'er complain"
"Sept. 17th, 1785. While at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin' s"
"I. While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, And bar the doors wi' driving snaw, And hing us owre the ingle, I se"
"Tune - "The Dusty Miller." I. Hey, the dusty miller, And his dusty coat; He will win a shilling, O"
"Whose is that noble dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en"
"Tune - "To daunton me." I. The blude red rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may free"
"Here's a bottle and an honest friend! What wad you wish for mair, man? Wha kens before his life may end, Wh"
"I. Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather; The moor-cock springs, on whirring wings, Ama"
"Lament him, Mauchline husbands a', He aften did assist ye; For had ye staid whole weeks awa, Your wives the"
"Tune - "Gudewife count the lawin." I. Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for fau't o' light,"
"In politics if thou would'st mix, And mean thy fortunes be; Bear this in mind, be deaf and blind; Let great"
"Tune - "Saw ye my father?" I. Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song?"
"As father Adam first was fool'd, A case that's still too common, Here lies a man a woman rul'd, The devil r"
"Tune - "Willie brew'd a peck o' maut." I. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allan came to see: Thre"
"Tune - "The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'." I. The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a', The Tailor fell"
"Orthodox, orthodox, Wha believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:"
""Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason; But surely dreams were ne'er indicted treason." On reading, in the"
"Tune - "When she came ben she bobbit." I. O saw ye my dear, my Phely? O saw ye my dear, my Phely? She's down i' the"
"Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive offerin"
"Tune - "The job of journey-work." Altho' my back be at the wa', An' tho' he be the fautor; Altho' my back be at"
"Tune - "Mauchline belles." I. O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such wit"
"The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sunk beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro'"
"Tune - "Morag." I. O wha is she that lo'es me, And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo'es me,"
"O, could I give thee India's wealth, As I this trifle send! Because thy joy in both would be To share them"
"Ellisland, Monday Evening. Your news and review, Sir, I've read through and through, Sir, With little admiring or blaming;"
"Tune - "The Braes o' Ballochmyle." I. The Catrine woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea, N"