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,…
"Searching auld wives' barrels, Och, hon! the day! That clarty barm should stain my laurels; But, what'll ye"
"I. You're welcome to despots, Dumourier; You're welcome to despots, Dumourier; How does Dampiere do?"
"Tune - "Where'll bonnie Ann lie." I. O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay! Nor quit for me the trembling spray; A h"
"Tune - "The carlin o' the glen." I. Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain, Sae gallant and sae gay a swain; Thro' a' o"
"Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he's come to wait upon The Lord their God, h"
"Air - "My lodging is on the cold ground." I. My Chloris, mark how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair:"
"Expect na, Sir, in this narration, A fleechin', fleth'rin dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung"
""Gie him strong drink, until he wink, That's sinking in despair; An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, That's"
"Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering 'Gainst poor Excisemen? give the cause a hearing; What are you, landlords' r"
"Tune - "I had a horse." I. O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wreck my peace between ye; Yet poortith a' I c"
"Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? Igo and ago, If he's amang his friends or foes? Iram, coram, dago."
"Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you sairly: I canna say by ye strunt rarely, Owre"
"A Gaelic Air. I. Turn again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rue on thy despairing lover!"
"Here lies ROBERT FERGUSSON, Poet. Born, September 5, 1751; Died, Oct. 15, 1774. No sculptured marbl"
"I. True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks o' the Ayr, But by the sweet"
"Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg: Dull, listless, teas'd, dejected, and deprest,"
"Tune - "Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart." I. O lovely Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart! There's not a fl"
"Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast, Here's the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost! That we lost, did I"
"Tune - "Gilderoy." I. From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel Fates between us throw"
"Tune - "The weary Pund o' Tow." I. The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow: I think my wife will"
"Tune - "Cold blows the wind." Chorus. Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills"
"An Excellent New Song. Tune. "Buy broom besoms." Wha will buy my troggin, Fine election ware; Broken t"
"'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend Th"
"Tune - "My tocher's the jewel." I. O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; B"
"Tune - "Gregg's Pipes." I. My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's j"
"'Dearest of distillation! last and best!---- ------How art thou lost!--------' Parody On Milton Ye Irish lords, ye k"
"I call no goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled muse may suit a bard that feigns; Friend of my life! my ardent spirit burn"
"As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, Where th' howlet mourns in her ivy bower"
"Tune - "Seventh of November." I. The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet, Tho' winter"
"Say, sages, what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside? It is not purity and worth, Else Jessy h"
"I. O Bonnie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man, And bonnie she, and ah, how dear!"
"Tune - "The Moudiewort." Chorus. An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, An' hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam, I'll learn"
"Talk not to me of savages From Afric's burning sun, No savage e'er could rend my heart As, Jessy, thou hast"
"Tune - "The Rose-bud." I. A rose-bud by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk"
"I. I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Though it should serve nae ither end"
"Tune - "I do confess thou art sae fair." I. I do confess thou art sae fair, I wad been o'er the lugs in love, H"
"Air - "Cauld Kail." I. Come, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn a"
"I. There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' guid fellows and wale of auld men; He has gowd in his c"
"Tune - "Galla-Water." I. Altho' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie, Yet happy, happy wou"
"Tune - "Wandering Willie." I. Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care:"
"Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief Of Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet notes of grief The rock with tears"
"Tune - "O'er the water to Charlie." I. Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er, Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll"
"Tune - "Fee him, father." I. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! Thou hast left me ever; Thou hast left me ever, Ja"
"Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? How I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of"
"I. Deluded swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure - Thy hopes will s"
"I. There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, That wander thro' the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws"
"Air - "The blue-eyed lass." I. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearlie rue; I gat my death"
"I. Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn, And blithe awakes the morrow; But a' the pride o' spring's return"
"I. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And"
"Tune - "Whistle o'er the lave o't." I. First when Maggy was my care, Heaven, I thought, was in her air; Now we're m"
"Admiring Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and painful st"
"Air - "Daintie Davie." I. It was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay, One morning, b"
"Some books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers, they ha'e been kenn'd,"
"Tune - "Hey ca' thro'." I. Up wi' the carles o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo,"
"Tune - "Rothemurche's Rant." I. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wil"
"O raging fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging fortune's withering blast Has lai"
"Thou of an independent mind, With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave, Who"
"Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Though fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie,"
"Like Esop's lion, Burns says, sore I feel All others' scorn, but damn that ass's heel."
"Tune - "Dalkeith Maiden Bridge." I. O, sad and heavy should I part, But for her sake sae far awa; Unknowing what m"