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Epitaph On &Quot;Wee Johnnie&Quot;
WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, knowThat Death has murder'd Johnie;An' here his body lies fu' low;For saul he ne'er had ony.
©  Robert Burns
On Chloris Being Ill
Chorus—Long, long the night,Heavy comes the morrowWhile my soul's delightIs on her bed of sorrow.CAN I cease to care?Can I cease to languish,While my..
©  Robert Burns
Rantin, Rovin Robin
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle,But whatna day o' whatna style,I doubt it's hardly worth the whileTo be sae nice wi' Robin.Chor.—Robin was a..
©  Robert Burns
On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;—If there's a hole in a' your coats,I rede you tent it:A chield's amang you..
©  Robert Burns
Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same;His bristling beard just rising in its might,'Twas four long..
©  Robert Burns
Song—stay My Charmer
STAY my charmer, can you leave me?Cruel, cruel to deceive me;Well you know how much you grieve me;Cruel charmer, can you go!Cruel charmer, can you..
©  Robert Burns
Farewell To The Banks Of Ayr
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast,Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,I see it driving o'er the plain;The hunter..
©  Robert Burns
The Bard At Inverary
WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here,I pity much his case,Unless he comes to wait uponThe Lord their God, His Grace.There's naething here but Highland..
©  Robert Burns
The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires,Wha represent our brughs an' shires,An' doucely manage our affairsIn parliament,To you a simple poet's..
©  Robert Burns
Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots
NOW Nature hangs her mantle greenOn every blooming tree,And spreads her sheets o' daisies whiteOut o'er the grassy lea;Now Phoebus cheers the crystal..
©  Robert Burns
Song—anna, Thy Charms
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,And waste my soul with care;But ah! how bootless to admire,When fated to despair!Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,To..
©  Robert Burns
Song—beware O' Bonie Ann
YE gallants bright, I rede you right,Beware o' bonie Ann;Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,Your heart she will trepan:Her een sae bright, like stars..
©  Robert Burns
Song—braving Angry Winer's Storms
WHERE, braving angry winter's storms,The lofty Ochils rise,Far in their shade my Peggy's charmsFirst blest my wondering eyes;As one who by some..
©  Robert Burns
Song—kissing My Katie
O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle,An' merry hae I been shapin' a spoon;O merry hae I been cloutin' a kettle,An' kissin' my Katie when a' was..
©  Robert Burns
Song—the Lass Of Cessnock Banks
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;Could I describe her shape and mein;Our lasses a' she far excels,An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.She's..
©  Robert Burns
Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him
NO more of your guests, be they titled or not,And cookery the first in the nation;Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,Is proof to all other..
©  Robert Burns
Song—sic A Wife As Willie Had
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie;Willie was a wabster gude,Could stown a clue wi' ony body:He had a wife was dour and..
©  Robert Burns
On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His Chain
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme;Not such as idle poets dream,Who trick thee up a heathen goddessThat a fantastic cap and rod has;Such stale conceits..
©  Robert Burns
The Epitaph On Captain Matthew Henderson
STOP, passenger! my story's brief,And truth I shall relate, man;I tell nae common tale o' grief,For Matthew was a great man.If thou uncommon merit..
©  Robert Burns
Monody On A Lady, Famed For Her Caprice
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd;How silent that tongue which the echoes oft..
©  Robert Burns
Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw,An' hing us owre the ingle,I set me down to pass the time,An' spin a verse or..
©  Robert Burns
Fragment Of Song—the Night Was Still
THE NIGHT was still, and o'er the hillThe moon shone on the castle wa';The mavis sang, while dew-drops hangAround her on the castle wa';Sae merrily..
©  Robert Burns
Song—&Quot;Indeed Will I,&Quot; Quo' Findlay
"WHA is that at my bower-door?""O wha is it but Findlay!""Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:""Indeed maun I," quo' Findlay;"What mak' ye, sae..
©  Robert Burns
The Solemn League And Covenant
THE SOLEMN League and CovenantNow brings a smile, now brings a tear;But sacred Freedom, too, was theirs:If thou'rt a slave, indulge thy sneer
©  Robert Burns
The Banks Of The Devon
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair!But the boniest flow'r on the banks of the..
©  Robert Burns